A poem about Summer

Summer is the season,

for this man to play the chef,

its BBQ season and I won’t let you forget!

If it can be set on fire,

I’ll flame grill it for you,

sipping on a cold beer,

thinking I’m cave man.

Cooking with fire feels so primeval,

sounds silly but it’s true,

man creating fire,

it’s what I was born to do!