Grilling
Fridays we always grill out
Or Saturdays, if the weather denies us once.
But we have never asked twice
So we waited until the next weekend
First it was burgers, then shiskababs,
And we finished today with tacos
I’m not the chef, no
I’m just the one who does the dishes
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Self-deprecating humor with an effective pause in the penultimate line. I love the way the first stanza sets up the second.
Another slowly unfolding poem–plus, an excellent choice of detail!
“we each have our roll to play” nicely expressed
Yes!
Somebody gotta do the dishes!