“Well what should I make?”
To his family’s chagrin
“I know, peppered steak!”
Family took it all in
Then the family scowled
Even the dog let out a howl!
Jimmy was not a good cook
That’s why he got those looks
Every time he decided to cook
They’d offer up a cook book
Jimmy would just push it aside
Used only his talent of course, with pride
The problem was, he didn’t have any
For cooking at least, or others, many
But that never stopped him, heavens no
He busied himself at the charcoal’s glow
Cut off the fat, of that knowledge no lack
Then peppered that steak till it was black
“Black as oil” he said as he greased
The BBQ rack so it would release
His delicious blackened steak
Then on the side a sauce did make
Using onions and peppers, red and hot
Stirred it all up and on the steak plopped
The family prepared with bread and water
Mashed potatoes, anything that oughta
Remedy the heat of the expected feast
Imagining Jimmy a red horned beast.
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Thank you Danny.🤗
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I love a medium rare steak 🥩 😋
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Not me. Well done please
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