Brisket

poem by: Andrew Dietrich
Written on Jun 30, 2021 

Its summertime 
Brisket my favorite 
Brisket dripping marinated 
Sweet taste of Brisket on my tongue 
Its tense and concentrated 
The only thing that makes that brisket better
Os my special glaze
You'd  be amazed
My cooking skills mixed with that sweet brisket and my special glaze
Oh man those days
I just imagine.

 

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