Crack (an acrostic poem)

“Can’t stop smoking that cocaine, can you?”

Randy laughed and threw on some more applewood

“As if old man.  My barbeque is addictive, but you don’t do hard time for it”

Curt stroked his white beard.  “You never know how far I would go, you know.”

“Keep on trying old man.  I won’t give up my secret rub.”



Bacon (an acrostic poem)

Begging for porky goodness

As he smelled the applewood smoke drifting in the air

Cliffy could practically taste it now

Of course, waiting for it to be done was the hardest part

Not to mention he had to hope his humans fed him some