Benjamin K Duncan
Conniving Condiments - Poem by Benjamin K Duncan
Tomato sauce runs through my veins
Tobasco sauce is what it rains
Kitchen condiments and the like
Are always present affecting my life
Salt and pepper - black and white
Pepper and salt - dark and light
paprika sent to stop a fool.
Mustard dogged to hungry drool.
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