Ketchup On the Wall
There was a mighty head of state
who thought he was like God.
Within the prercincts of his house
all feared his heavy plod.
We now hear many stories,
some of which appal,
of crashing crockery on the floor
and ketchup on the wall,
and how the hand that held the helm
grabbed his driver's steering wheel.
Many a good ship did capsize
for want of a steady keel.
Copyright © Julian Scutts | Year Posted 2022
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