Barbeque (Fun Poem 145)

Went to a barbeque last night hosted by our works, it was great to see colleagues I hadn’t seen in a while. There was plenty of laughter going round, however I had problem when the food began without any teeth you cannot bite into a hot dog or burger. I had to suck on the dog and mash up the burger. The Chef asked if there were any complaints, I said I had one playfully. What was that he asked? The sausages were burnt and hard, scrapping my gums as I sucked on them, at which everyone laughed! The Chef’s reply was to get my wife to chew them first. Unfortunately like me she has no teeth as well. Having said all that everyone had a great time, and poor little me I had to take painkillers when I finally got home as my gums were aching from being scrapped by burnt dogs. The question that now begs to be asked, will I go to another? Inequitably yes, but it will have to wait until I get some new teeth.