I Only Want Ketchup

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I only want ketchup.
It’s all that I like.
I don’t need a burger.
I don’t need a bike.

I don’t want a tuba,
a truck or a train,
bananas, bandanas,
pianos or rain.

I’ll pass on canasta,
gymnastics and chess.
I don’t need a diamond
a dog or a dress.

I’m fine without fairies,
canaries or figs,
tomatoes, tornadoes,
tortillas and twigs.

I’d give up guitars
and carnations and cheese,
The sparkling stars
and the wind in the trees,

I don’t need a hug
or an afternoon hike.
Just pass me the ketchup.
It’s all that I like.