My husband used to barbecue
But then his interest waned.
My taste for burgers and the like,
However, has remained.
I bought a brand-new charcoal grill
Because I missed that food
But my desire to man the thing
I slightly misconstrued.
So mostly it just sits there,
Filled with spider webs and dust
But today at last I got the urge
For burgers, dogs or bust!
I piled the charcoals, spritzed the fuel
And struck a sturdy match
Then crossed my fingers, hoping that
My little pile would catch.
Voila, it worked! So carefully,
I laid the burgers down
And patiently kept tending them
'Til each was glist'ning brown.
I lost myself within the groove,
Relaxed and sipped my beer,
Enjoying this belated stab
At barbecue this year.
And as we ate our dinner,
I admit I felt a thrill
Knowing that I finally got the hang
Of how to man the grill.
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