Allies of the Ash
Though the snow may be cold
And the wind chills the air
Associates gather to bend their wit
These two logs have held the cheeks
Of Patrons of the Pit
Conversations of brisket cuts
And ribs that drip with flavor
To watch your cronies eat with joy
And sacrifice dietary behavior
The culinary dares may bet and fly
To see who alters the plan
The recipe changes from bloke to bloke
Yet still fill the greasy drip pan
Though our pits don’t always look the same
The outcome still comes together
To give your smoke some bragging rights
Because you have smoked in astringent weather…
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Inspiring words, even though I’m laid up with flu, I want to get out and fire the bbq up.
Keep up with the meat/bbq poetry, love it
cheers
marcus
January 5, 2013 at 7:15 am
Thank you for taking the time to read. Hope you feel better. Nothing worse then puking and thinking of BBQ at the same time! Blessings to you!
January 5, 2013 at 12:56 pm
Fantastic little poem, gents!
August 27, 2013 at 12:06 pm
Thanks Nick!
August 27, 2013 at 5:03 pm