Scott’s electric barbeque,
Smelled up the air, woo hoo….
Carol was sitting there, too!
Me and the Missus walked,
Out back and were invited to stop….
Smoke went thataway—
It was safe to stay—
Scott had chairs ready in which to plop!
Burgers and hot dogs grilling,
Cheese on the burgers when willing…..
Scott forgot buns
And inside he runs,
We save the charbroiled instead!
He still had one burger and tube stake,
We put them on the small grate…..
Flames jump high
Charcoal fumes fly,
He came back and we ate!
Scott, Carol (just friends) my “Missus” and I are all residents in a rent-controlled senior housing unit in semi rural Massachusetts. Scott grows on you—as has our friendship over the years.