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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."

Done.