Grillin'
Pile that charcoal – make a hill;
Douse with lighter fluid.
Just imagine, if you will,
You’re an ancient Druid.
You don’t have to sacrifice
Humans on your fire.
Ribs and burgers will suffice
On your charcoal pyre.
Hot dogs, chicken, veggies, too
Might complete your grillin.’
We all love a barbecue
While the beer is chillin.’
Cooking on an open flame
Helps define the season.
Like the ancients, grillers claim
The outcome will be pleasin.’
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