Tailgate Party

Poet:  Ken Jordan Poem:  Tailgate Party Edited by:  Sparkle Jordan written:  January/2015 It's my  tailgate party you're welcome  to come - Music's blasting, and We Popp'in  Champagne, around a hot Webber Grill In the  parking lot - Got my  game day apron  on, Cook'n: Oak wood Q'd Baby Back  Ribs, Slow grilled  and smoked.... Brushed in  Sweet Hickory  BBQ sauce - and laced with  a half cup  of Jim Beam  Whiskey - Child  this party is Popp'in Got  a Deep Pot of Baked Beans; Maple flavored, with Thick Center  Cut beacon strips (smoked), over Natural Flavored Mesquite  Wood Chips. Child  you better get here,  cause It's on! Got my Old Fashioned Homemade  Potato Salad, (chilled to taste), with thin sliced Black Olives - Sweet Yellow Corn (on cob), precooked in milk/honey, then grilled and  brushed  with lemon or lime juice in butter,  sprinkled  with parsley flakes. Yum! Yum! Yum! You ain't here yet? I'm making Sourdough grilled bread,  with  a soft melt of Castello Reserved Havarti cheese  - Cucumber Infused  water over  crushed ice, with a hint of Mint Leaf flavor - And  if you dare to step outside your comfort zone, I have some Angry Orchard Hard Apple Cider  over ice in the cooler - My tailgate  party is  Popp'n ! It's Game Time Bon Appetite !