Scott’s electric barbeque,

Smelled up the air, woo hoo….

Burning charcoal


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!

Jonathan Caswell

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.

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About Jonathan Caswell

Mr. Caswell has been composing poetry at least since High School. He has been on WORD PRESS for ten years and contributes to two other blogs beside this one. This blog has a Christian emphasis but all bloggers are welcome. Mr. Caswell chooses to---with permission--re[post material of interest

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