copyright © 2002 Sean Nitchmann

 

Dave the Angry Suburban Poet - My Grill

Written by Sean Nitchmann

 

My name is Dave, I am Ö the angry suburban poet.

 

Behold the keeper of the flame

My grill and I shall hunger tame

Bring forth our victim to the feast

Iíll skewer and roast that barnyard beast

 

Napkins, paper plates and sporks Iíll get

You spread the cloth on our patio dinette set

Iíll tend the encore and prepare my palate

Whilst you prepare the potato salad

 

The fickle flames frolic but heed my instruction

For I am the chef, hence my tools of construction

Stand back kids, Iím executing my culinary art

Whoa, if Iím not first executed by a rogue Lawn Dart

 

Ah yes, the perfect suburban backyard scene

The steakís bloody red, the lawnís grassy green

The neighbors all envy our life, so complete

Theyíre drawn to the fence by the smell of my meat

 

How now, what is this, clouds have darkened the sky

Does this quickening wind mean a storm is nigh?

Do these drops of rain dare to conspire

To dampen my flame, to extinguish my fire?

 

The brewing tempest sends my family asunder

They cower inside to hide from the thunder

Never fear, Daveís at the helm and I know just what to do

Curse you Gods, youíll not end this barbeque

 

Iíll ride out this storm Iíll stand my ground

Iíve never lightening keep me down

So bring me more meat, and trim off the fat

If you canít do it quick, Iím roasting the cat

 

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"Dave the Angry Suburban Poet - My Grill" debuted August 2, 2002, performed by Sean Nitchmann.

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