If only I had known, you could have laid this gem on the allotment committee...
(My contribution to one of the poetry contest threads - recite to the tune of Simon and Garfunkel's
Sounds of Silence)
Hello Weber my old friend
I’ve come to grill with you again
Charcoal briquettes are piled high
A gallon of fluid lights the sky
And the Hickory smoke that is wafting in my face
I embrace
I hold the tongs of power.
Brats are hot and start to swell
New York Strip is medium well
Shrimp on the grill are swimming
Glazed chicken legs are dancing
To the tune of the flashing briquettes light
That sparks the night.
I hold the tongs of power.
http://www.weber.com/grills/series/one-touch