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!
