I read, with considerable interest, the article on the front page of the June 27 issue of The Bulletin by Frank Greve detailing recent changes in the ketchup bottles.

The article reminded me of a four-line poem by Ogden Nash, a treasured U.S. writer of the 1930s, which bears repeating here — irrespective of your stated policy on no poetry in this column.

I herewith submit the Ogden Nash poem:

Ode to the ketchup bottle

you shake and shake

the ketchup bottle

none’ll come

then a lot’ll

Donald Crowell

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