MUSTARD
Weather I’m feeling;
Feisty, or mellow.
My favorite condiment is yellow.
What’s this entire silly craze,
About that condiment mayonnaise?
When creating a hot dog,
Why hide it in a ketchup fog?
The best condiment for that;
Haven’t you heard?
Is that lovely yellow mustard.
It’s really finger licken,
When I use it for dunkin my nuggets of chicken.
Created from a yellow seed.
Please past the mustard,
Don’t make me plead.
If I may be just a bit curt;
Please do not plop,
Upon my shirt!
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