Somehow I forgot to post last night, in the middle of limericity.
Oh, well. Here's a poem I ran across recently - in the collection I found on the street:
Shake and shake
The catsup bottle.
None'll come -
And then a lot'll.
It's by Richard Armour. Remind me to look him up later*.
The title is great, too. It's "Going to Extremes."