Cookout

Steaks on the grill, Used to give me such a thrill. Tender, juicy red meat, Was quite the treat! Crispy fat around the edge, Running juice down the chin. Oh boy! Let's do it again! Now as I pull out the meat, Looking for a treat. Marinate it for hours, It just doesn't flower! The smell, as always, is there. But the taste, Is a waste! Not me, I don't think Our meat is no longer in the pink! So now I pull out the grill, Grill some chicken, Half of which I'll chill. Charcoal burning white, Could of had a steak tonight!