It was your shape that caught my eye at first.
Shallow, I know.
But it’s honest.
Colour was next.
And once I met you…
I had no idea what I did before you.
The way you felt in my hands.
The way you moved.
The way you…
I adore that cute top.
And I liked banging your bottom a little.
You know, when it was needed.
I think a lot of you, Ketchup.
You’ll never be catsup to me.


So, I lost a game of Facebook Scrabble to Brandy.

We had a wager on it. I have to write and post a poem about Ketchup, wear a shirt with the collar popped all day, and send her an embarrassing pic. (Me wearing a popped collar.)

That was the poem.

34 thoughts on “qi

  1. I was all hot and bothered until I realized that you were talking about ketchup, yuck! Can we bet something so that I can get you to write a poem about mustard?

    I love that you have to walk around with a pooped collar! What fraternity are you rushing this spring?

  2. I like the idea of you writing a mustard poem next. With the way you play, you could do a whole series on condiments.

    Just kidding. You beat me a lot too.

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