Below is the poem entitled Pops Barbecue Grill which was written by poet
Pettit. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
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Each morning just before lunch at eleven,
I can see the black smoke rise.
Pops has his large grill fired up.
Chicken and ribs sizzle over the flame.
Just come here to satisfy your hunger.
Pops is not skimpy on his sauce.
The man is the boss for cooking.