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Cooking wine
Red cooking wine
Is the marinade of the gods.
95% cheap wine plus 5% salt
To keep the kids from drinking it,
Or so we thought.
An extra measure of garlic
And the fun began.
We bathed two pounds
Of the steak I can afford.
As a special gesture to
The surgeon general.
Fired up the Weber,
Seared the steaks,
Left the marinade on the deck.
Silly me.
Two grackles found
The nummy birdbath.
Salt, booze
And a lazy waddle
To their nest
On a warm Summer night.