Picnic Poem by Robert J Meyer

Yes, it sizzles...

That's the sound of summer,
Beef doing it's thing on the grill,
A hearty gulp from a cool can,
And giggles and screeches of kids.

Perspiration can be a good thing
When the rich drippings surrender
Their bubbly aromas to the cook
And a sip can quench the heat.

Before too long, an audience forms,
Buns at the ready on plates
Already crowded by potato salad,
And slaw, and melon, and chips.

As the sun retires slowly
And little shirts and blouses show stains
Littered with melon seeds and mustard,
Plans evolve for an encore.