THE NEARER, THE HOTTER

It amuses me when a heatwave is underway;
Everyone dons a shades, sods the precarious weather,
when family and friends are ready to wend their way,
Fill the bottle with beer to the brim and drink all together.

Summer holiday's upon us; kids get antsy to singe in the sunshine,
The guests are flurry, but it's a bit scary,
Someone lights me to full blaze; the smoke rises high.
I can see everyone's eyes getting red and blurry.

I stand firm on my four-metallic sturdy legs,
Never feel a sliver of dismay nor anticipation.
I smug to hold fifty pork chops of gray with no dreads,
Because it's the King of the BBQ birthday celebration.

Steaks are placed on two different layers,
No stress for the dude, a feature no one can beat.
Some like it rare, they chase the upper chamber,
Others like it done, so they lower closer to the heat.

But I'm heading end, there are still meats to grill,
The BBQ king banks the coals and creates one division.
Then comes the time to eat, they put me aside to chill,
Ah! I'm just an "egghead" of full mathematical equation.

LCYODICO