Summer Time in Britain.

BBQ time.

Summer must be here
The smell of burning meat
The sound of pouring beers 
And other foody treats

Dad's don pinny's depicting tasselled boobs

The olives come out with other exotic foods.

Kids refuse salad and just want Macky D's
Mum drinks Chardonnay cos she is easy to please.

Chicken raw and kicking on limp paper plates
Burgers like the sole of shoes are slightly over under baked.

Then as normal the bit that we all but hate
It rains and weather spoils all the fun and its not very late.

The brand new BBQ gets left out in the hail
And mother start a row with master cook
The salad's full of snails.

And summer is over as British weather sucks. ..

And the BBQ you bought this morning never see's soap suds.

It gets left out with soggy meat clinging, to clean not worth the strife.

And this time next year when the sun comes out

it contains new forms of life.

So back to B&Q next year to buy another version.

Gas or coal the question remains cos I'm a king BBQ-ing person.