Ode to Cigar-B-Que...
Friday the 3rd was the date marked in my book
Phil invited us over and promised he’s cook
For such an event we required a catchy herf name
Cigar-B-Que was agreed upon by members who came
At his house we all gathered just around six or so
We were told members of CI and even CB would show
Herfers started to show in dribs and in drabs
Trish and Joan were last, but who’s keeping tabs
A car pulled in the driveway with a shout of “We’re here”
In walked Steve with some Guinness which is his favorite beer
Phil took all the orders and the grill set a fire
He cooked like a master that a restaurant would hire
Burgers and dogs were placed carefully on the hot grill
Out came a steaming pot of chili that was homemade by Phil
Salads and fixins were waiting for all members to try
They were nicely arranged on a table nearby
We ate and we drank like this meal was our last
You’d think that there were more people, the food went so fast
As we sat and rubbed our bellies and said how they hurt
Wouldn’t you know it, Phil brought out dessert
Pastries and brownies that were homemade with such care
Tasty treats indeed, but Marke said of the rum ball, “Beware”
When Trish whipped out her Jigglers, a gasp rose from the crowd
They looked perfect and tasty, and you can tell she was proud
Swapping cigars and talking with so much delight
We herfed and we drank till late into the night
Sadly to say, all good things must come to an end
Our hearts were all broken, but slowly they’ll mend.
A great time was had by all the herfers on hand
Kinda like Keith’s Cigar Fest, minus the band
A big thank you goes out to our host, you know who
I am hoping and praying there will be a Cigar-B-Que 2
... Author Unknown...
