Sizzle King

By: Lincoln Burkholder

I watch him work, he seems so free,

but there’s no way he could be better than me.

He stands at the grill, on his own two feet,

looking so confident as he tends to the meat.

Working on the campsite, I spring up a tent,

while he turns off the grill, and prepares to present..

When he sets it on the plate, it continues to sizzle,

while all my worries begin to fizzle.

I just watch it sit there, as my mouth begins to water,

and he packs some up to take home to his daughter.

I take in the smell, just like heaven on Earth,

almost as great, as the miracle of birth.

I touch it with my fork, so tender and soft,

almost the same as a brand new loft.

When I set it in my mouth, I just want to sing,

ladies and gents, we have a new Sizzle King.