Barbecues in Britain are not an art form. We don’t have the weather for them. Particularly on the years when overenthusiastic weather forecasters have promised a ‘Barbecue Summer’.
I write all sorts of things – more often novels but I also turn my hand to poetry, and I have a very long history of writing comic poetry. Here’s my take on those British ‘Barbecue Summer’. If you have 1.48 minutes to spare, see if I can make you chuckle.
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