I tried to do some grilling
But the sky just opened up
And it rained like Noah’s time
Each raindrop filled a cup
I’m using here hyperbole
To make a point of rain
The grilling of the burgers
Could not even begin
So I used an indoor griddle
To heat the burgers through
It wasn’t quite that bad at all
I was trying something new
I think they were less healthy
Since they sat in their own grease
Where the grill would let it drizzle down
And all that’s left was meat!
hot dogs plumply burnt
juicy hamburgers with cheese
Italian chicken
a side of coleslaw
potato salad and more
gooey iced brownie
My grimy grill,
Is really quite,
Summer’s delight,
And if used right,
Is very much a thrill.
It’s not just meat,
That’s off the hook,
For if you look,
You’ll see I cook,
My veggies over heat.
The greasy grates,
They hold the food,
That will conclude,
With gratitude,
Once I put onto plates.
The fires burn,
On down below,
And cooking slow,
My grilling row,
As I do often turn.
The grease had grown,
Up over time.
And made the climb,
To turn to grime,
From what the grates have shown.
And when I’m done,
I step aside.
And feel inside,
A source of pride,
I find second to none.
June
delights
fresh salads
grilled kebabs, all-
right.
Written 5-22-19
June or July Lanterne Poetry Contest Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Caren Krutsinger
what's that smell?
it's coming from
the house next
door, hamburgers
hot dogs, chicken
on the grill.