Killing Time
And now it is time for one of those entries you use to waste time. Probably less. I have a bus to catch. It is taking me to Shoreline, home of my cousin as it is her birthday and I have a gift my mum left for me to deliver. Should be an adventure.
The salt and pepper danced upon the table, bobbing and sliding between the salad dressing and the basket of rolls.
Then quoth the ketchup
You guys shut the FUCK up
The two jars sidled away
To be carefree and gay
And left the grumpy ketchup to talk with the silverware.
We really mustn't irritate
or try to date
That mean squeeze bottle of ketchup
The pepper did not understand
But surely in all of the land
There had to be a scheme
Brighter than the sunbeam
To turn the sour deadbeat
Ketchup into something sweet
Then in a flurry
They grabbed in a hurry
The sugar cup
And then up
It went dumping a shower of crystals upon the ketchup.
The communist condiment gleamed
After a moment it beamed
And danced with the salt and pepper, bobbing and sliding between the salad dressing and the basket of rolls.
The salt and pepper danced upon the table, bobbing and sliding between the salad dressing and the basket of rolls.
Then quoth the ketchup
You guys shut the FUCK up
The two jars sidled away
To be carefree and gay
And left the grumpy ketchup to talk with the silverware.
We really mustn't irritate
or try to date
That mean squeeze bottle of ketchup
The pepper did not understand
But surely in all of the land
There had to be a scheme
Brighter than the sunbeam
To turn the sour deadbeat
Ketchup into something sweet
Then in a flurry
They grabbed in a hurry
The sugar cup
And then up
It went dumping a shower of crystals upon the ketchup.
The communist condiment gleamed
After a moment it beamed
And danced with the salt and pepper, bobbing and sliding between the salad dressing and the basket of rolls.