Barbeque Poems - Poems about Barbeque

Why does your barbeque sauce cost twice what others cost? Because ours turns blue when it hits hot fries said Mr. Rost. The grocer took a risk and bought one batch, to be nice. People protested the cost, which they yelled was over twice. But this red sauce turns blue when it hits your hot food he said. One...

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I’m so siced about the Barbie movie. I just watched the latest trailer. I felt a fluttering in the stummy. Peter’s birthday was May 1st. “What do you want for your birthday?” I’d asked. “A flash for my iPhone,” he said. “Your phone already HAS a flash,” I replied, helpfully. “No,” he explained, “a professional, external flash -...

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I love this barbeque stuff, the little piggy said. His father rolled his sow eyes back into his head. You know those are porch chops he whispered with ease. Let me ask you, have you ever heard of mad cow disease? No said the piggy, but these are honey flavored, Dad. This is the best meal that you, mom...

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Iowa, Missouri and Nebraska claim to be The barbeque capitals of the USA you see They clearly have not been to Tennessee Where opossum and squirrel are meat for three Put enough sweet sauce on And you will be dancing all night Getting your southern groove on We are the BBQ capital of the world, all right! And let’s not take them...

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You are invited to Cindy’s trailer for barbeque they said. I did not know any Cindy, so begged off, saying I had an ache in my head. They send me this photo about an hour ago. Lauper was there! Now I wish my phone was not dead, so I could hot foot it there....

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barbeque ruined seagulls have no respect. An old write of mine, which I decided to post. Seemed topical with all the barbequing that is going on. Also, I have never seen so many seagulls. Apparently, they are extra hungry due to the fact restaurants have been closed ~no dumpsters to raid....

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It is six minutes to midnight I have been drinking Red Bull for three hours. It usually inspires me. Nutbush is going around in my head, but it has been done. By Tina too. The deadline my songwriting partner gave me is one a.m. She knows that I have an avid belief that my muse has her best ideas at night. Especially from midnight to...

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Kansas City. Barbeque beef. Black power and white power working alongside Power and Light. Sprint Center, Royals Stadium, many small towns, Crown Center, Fritz train deliveries, a real delight. Aquarium, Union Station, Lego-land, fountains too beautiful to see all at one setting. Street car, Steamboat Museum, culture as far as the eyes care to see, a real vetting. Moving...

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My driveway is packed with the cars of friends and family, chips put out, and the little ones are running joyously. A cooler filled up with bag ice keeps cold soda and beer, I think half the folks I know were able to get here. I stand over a charcoal grill, today it is my thing, propane may work in a pinch, but briquettes remain king Coals...

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