Is summer over or just cooling down,
days are getting shorter do not make a frown.
Sun time use varies widely,
in many different places.
Do not tell me barbeque time is over,
that will make me want to pee my bedcover.
As BBQ corn does eat,
great with hotdogs and watermelon too.
Tell me it is not so,
no more ice cold sweet tea to drink slow.
Now to make only hot tea,
keeping lips moist not open.
Summer will be back next year,
must I really wait twelve months with no cheer?
Friends gather happily in just,
time for the holidays and not missing the summer.
Zombies are not what you'd call givers
They'd rather sip blood by y'all's rivers
Butt crack stains on their legs
Ate backstrap, brains, and eggs
But, they preferred feasting on livers
BYOB: Bring Your Own Bruise or Bring Your Own Boos
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 mother bought a bottle to show off to her husband Mister Ed.
You thought blue sauce is a good thing? Hubby asked with surprise.
Ended up being a bad thing because no one likes blue sauce on their fries.
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 or I have ever had.
You’re a cannibal son, his father said. Nothing to brag about.
Then he grabbed up his son’s full plate and he tossed it right out.
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 to Kentucky
Where every restaurant serves BBQ with tea
BBQ tater tots, BBQ soup
BBQ sandwiches that will make you toot
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!
BBQ is also prominent in Georgia I know
I have an aunt there who can make BBQ glow
She will serve it to you as mystery meat
If you don’t ask, it is quite a road kill of a treat.
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!
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.
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.
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 two
I eat a bag of Lay’s
Barbeque Potato Chips,
for ideas.
Crunchy. Scrunchy. Bunchy enter my head.
Too silly, even for me, even for 12:34 which it is now.
I call her and beg her to give me another hour
2 a.m. is what I was aiming for in the first place she says
Knowing me not half as well as my muse,
nonetheless knowing me.
It is now five minutes to 2.
Will she be mad if I call?
Especially if all I have is
Crunchy? as
I already threw out ‘scrunchy’ and ‘bunchy’.
I chuckle at myself, wondering if my muse
is asleep, or merely dead.
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 here? Come visit first. Sample our cuisine and head toward First Friday in the bottoms.
If we are not friendly something is wrong, visit summer, spring, or come experience our autumns.
A small town feeling in most of our suburbs, and an eclectic mix of personalities,
We are tearing it up, a mess in a good way, and open to new foreign ideas, so come if you please.