Grill (an acrostic poem)

Image: content-images.weber.com/content/blog/hero-images/5967b8fd191da_Hot_Dog_1000.jpg

Good char slowly developed on the wieners

Releasing their juices to drip onto the hungry flames below

It made a pleasing aroma to those gathered around

Leaving them to contemplate the communal feast they were about to partake

Loving the dog days of summer

Carbon (an acrostic poem)

Crispy bits of animal matter

Attached itself to the grates of the grill

Reaching blackened status, then beyond

Onyx char that hardly remembered what it had once been

Now only fit for archaeologists and garbage collectors

 

Image: assets.blog.foodnetwork.ca/imageserve/wp-content/uploads/sites/6/2015/07/burger-hockey-pucks/x.jpg