Keep your condiments happy :)!

I caught up with my Ketchup
who was running away--fast--from me.
We were both breathless and red.
He said:
"Don't like standing on my head.
Quiver
when shaken; squeeze me instead.
Scared of
that fella whose plump. Yella
he's not! Running o'er me--his vendetta.
I'm red
but nobody reads to me.
Folks think
I'm a vegetable, you see.
They twist,
pound me again and again.
How can
a guy like me win?"
I thought
perhaps I should set him free;
he could run infinity.
He's always been good . . . to me.
He came
enjoying my company.
Mustard
simply wouldn't let us 'be'.
Both are
spreading relish . . . in my head.