From outta Texas it must be,
This BBQ made for you & me,
Tall hats, mostly Stetsons you’ll see,
Beef from on the hoof, delicious you’ll agree…
Don’t in front of it get,
May be the exhaust, or,
Shot & you’ll regret,
Looking down the shaft,
Hope you smoked that last cigarette…
I can smell that beef a’cookin’,
Or perhaps, showerless, that’s me,
Either way, some good food is getting cooked,
Of those tasty morsels, wouldn’t take much to get on it hooked…
© ed ;-) 6/7/09
Share
Print
Save
Follow
Edvard(k) Ole Brother with a bone.
fee
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
I want the smell of beef cooking though and don't even want to think about the smell of showerless you
EDvard, Ole Brother, did tell me your Ma had to fight to get you in the tub :)
Have a good one, BBQ that is
The Buzzard