This hamburger is sizzling as flat,
Crossing grease within to moisture of heat.
Every degree pulls upon my soft hat,
For my universal view into seat.
My spatula brings another fold in two,
To burn over wide protein out of facts;
A brother shares to me his cup full of moo,
Provided that watermelon throws our acts.
However fast dad's plate fills sight under hair,
We guess above logic, away from a rude judge.
So, cutting corners inside ourselves with chair,
Other yelps disturb clean humor like white fudge.
BBQ happens to a fire across,
Leaving dust behind dumb ice moving my bright toss.
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