Cannot survive without my sauce!
Love of 64 Ounces at $3.89
C'mon try it, it's crazy delicious.
Ingredients, far too many to name.
It's hard to share when feeling malicious.
Diff'rent brands lead it to all kinds of fame.
Smell vinegar, pickles, inhale deeply.
Dull tasting foods simply cannot survive.
Taste buds jump between sour and sweetly,
It makes the mouth come alive.
It's red, it's squished, it's squashed, and bottled up,
It's put on burgers to give them flavor.
Mustard users do not know what is up,
Hand over the Heinz, do a nice favor!
One could probably guess the kind of sauce,
Ketchup is the one and only food boss!
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