On Vinegar

Vinegar, I’ve loved you since
I was a carefree lad
I’m older and now understand
this was no boyhood fad

I know not how it started and
I’ll guess not how it ends
But on this fine libation
my joie de vivre depends

Oh vinegar, I’ll count the ways
You satisfy my palate
If only come election time
‘twere you upon the ballot

On potatoes
Baked or fried, steamed or broiled or crucified
Don’t forget potato chips
That sweetly sting the tongue and lips
(For burn & taste the best is Ruffles
In crisps world, they’re the truffles)

Be it from rock, a lab or the sea
Salt goes with vinegar like it goes with me
Mix it with chilli, apply it to Jiaozi
Or repeat step one and add it to Baozi

Use it to rug up naked salads
Or use it as fodder for catchy ballads

I hear the sour siren call,
but ‘fore I exit these four walls
It would be remiss of me
Not to add one think
Vinegar is unappreciated as a drink

Take this shining potable
And cram it down your gullet
Drink it, quaff it, swig it, sip it
Failing that just scull it

If you love vinegar
Then you’ll know this
like you know your name
Yet many haven’t done it yet
‘Tis such a weeping shame