Savor thy Neighbor

He said he needed condiments for a duck
And by some stroke of luck
He remembered my breasts from the last bar-b-que
And that tight lid I had to unscrew

So I indicated as best I could
He’d have to rub that bird real good
And keep it in a marinade all night
If he wanted it to taste just right

But how would he know when the duck was done?
That, I told him, was part of the fun
Just turn the bird over on the backside
And stick the thermometer firmly inside

That temperature gauge just can’t be beat
He’d know when his duck was ready to eat
He sure was happy I helped cook his duck
Hope next time I can grease the tires on his truck