Yes, there's still some in the bottle...
It's slowly sliding down...
But then suddenly the lot'll...
Enough to cause a frown...
It plops upon the patient plate...
Then splatters far and wide...
And that's the reason that I hate
All ketchups that I've tried!
Denis Martindale July 2019.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem