A crimson companion that clings to your fries, squeezing from a bottle with tangy surprise, making meals a saucy affair.

A defective car Should be yellow To a Thirty Rock star Jack would say, Good God...

I am an idiom for death when anyone kicks me. If its a drop you see, think insignificantly.

I coil like a snake yet carry no bite, I bring forth water with pressure and might.

I’m old but not a grandpa, I sit behind clear glass. People point and whisper, as they slowly walk past.