Ketchup

I don’t use ketchup often any more.
I’m meatless and I seldom go for fries.
But sometimes I want cocktail sauce, a pour
of Louie dressing (Thousand satisfies).
I visited my tiny local store,
assuming I could add to home supplies
a little jar. Imagine my surprise –
the only stuff they stock is mega-size.

(Ottava Rima)

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