Barbecue poem
Apr 22
Crackle, snap, pop and hiss,
The sounds of this barbecue you cannot miss!
The roaring bacon is being flipped,
Whilst fizzy cola is being sipped.
The smell of smoke wafts in the sky,
Kids helping themselves, they’re certainly not shy.
Sizzling sausages spit and roast,
How I’d love mine on warm buttery toast.
Kids running round, all over the grass,
I’m surprised I haven’t heard any plates smash!
Dads all chatting, slurping their beers,
Children singing loudly, so their mums and dads hear.
This barbecue has definitely gone very fast,
And that’s probably because I’ve had such a blast!