Bent Till Bar-B-Q

If you should notice my lean
And a distant look to boot
My irregularity hitherto has been
As my outlook, on hold and mute

I am bent in bow for a reason
Life in demand without remand
Leaves room for disfigurement intrusion
Each attempt to straight, it reminds

Summer gives way my season
All miss shapes must give in or let go
Moon-full evenings, against Bar-B-Q reasons
Pots and pans and condiments for show

Folk got me twisted one way or the other
Or out right disgusted this way or that
Explaining why should i even bother
When the brute of the Bar-B-Q is the fat

Linger long my crocked
Shallow is your time yet to be
The time for change is in a rocket
Headed straight for me

Deformed and warped I may be
With the boom lowering daily
Winter gives way to hot and fancy free
Just take one good outing to then see clearly

Yes! I'm bent till that first Bar-B-Q
Body bowed till the press relief
Spring may sure be nice but summer is due
Then my body bent, becomes brief