I threw some fish
on the ole barbeque,
and boy I wish
that I knew what to do.
I’ve seen my peeps
slap sea life on the grill.
As the fire creeps,
they maintain focus still.
I was eager,
as far as I could tell;
My skills…meager
and not honed very well.
What dish emerged
felt more like chicken.
With juices perged,
the flesh had to thicken.
I swear next round,
I’ll do a bit better.
The fleshy mound
will stay a bit wetter.
