Salt & Pepper.


 

My mom used salt and pepper,


And nothing else at all,


When seasoning our supper,


Winter, spring, and fall.


In summer she made salads,


Of iceberg lettuce, cukes,


And vinegar with ketchup,


That made us cry “Gadzooks!’


I ran away at tender age


Just to taste allspice and sage.

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