Two Men, Two Pits and a Blog

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…

4 responses

  1. 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

    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

  2. Nick Trandahl

    Fantastic little poem, gents!

    August 27, 2013 at 12:06 pm

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