IIn the condiment aisle, we meet,
Ketchup bottles lined up neat.
Red and tangy, a saucy delight,
Our dance begins under fluorescent light.
Twist the cap, let the rhythm flow,
Tomatoes crushed, secrets we know.
Vinegar whispers, sugar hums,
In this tango, our hearts become drums.
Ketchup tango, squeeze and sway,
On burger buns, we find our way.
Bold and spicy, simmered desire,
In ketchup's embrace, we catch fire.
Dip your fries, dip your fears,
Ketchup stains on fingertips, like souvenirs.
Mustard winks from the next shelf,
As we salsa, salsa, with flavors of self.
Twist the cap, let the rhythm flow,
Tomatoes crushed, secrets we know.
Vinegar whispers, sugar hums,
In this tango, our hearts become drums.
Ketchup tango, squeeze and sway,
On burger buns, we find our way.
Bold and spicy, simmered desire,
In ketchup's embrace, we catch fire.
Labels peel, revealing more,
Nutrition facts and metaphors.
Salt and pepper, a dash of fate,
In this condiment dance, we celebrate.
Ketchup tango, squeeze and sway,
On burger buns, we find our way.
Bold and spicy, simmered desire,
In ketchup's embrace, we catch fire.