It may or may not be

The perfect time to grill

But I send this invitation

Accept it if you will.

I don't mind saying this right now

A chef I'm not you see

But if I don't do it no one else will

This is the way it's gotta be.

Your hot dog may be a tad burned

The rolls a little stale I know

But I eat worse every day

No matter where I go.

So dropping by to say hello

Giving you this little invite

But don't blame me tomorrow

What your tummy suffers tonight.

Ginny Bryant©

Ginny's Gift Of Love

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