Backyard Dinner Disaster: Burnt Beef, Hot Lard, and No Meal Tonight

Charcoal grill with steaks cooking, grilling tools, and a can of Dusk Ale beer

(A humorous rhyming poem about a backyard barbecue gone wrong — charred beef, sizzling lard, and a dinner that never stood a chance.)

“The Night Everything Burned (Except Our Marriage)”

While cleaning the yard,

My barbecue beef chard.

While wife burned herself on lard;

Which then left her arm all scarred.

That barbecue beef was so charred,

It sure smelled up the yard.

My wife came running, all scarred

Never again, she said about that lard.

So we threw the grill out of the yard.

Added the wife’s scalding hot lard

Fixed her hurting arm that’s now scarred.

Oh my goodness, this writing is too hard.

But it sure wasn’t fun burning my beef.

Too bad we didn’t have a rodent thief.

He could have saved all this trouble;

While wife and I did a bubble.

Here I go again, playing with words;

This game doesn’t get old. It’s always for the birds.

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