The Sandi Patti Bratwurst Festival

I cooked brats for the entire world today. Some were more burned than others, and I have no hair on my right arm now. Sandi Patty sang some songs. It was a fireworks and symphony orchestra performance in Madison and it was good (I had to volunteer. Please note key-word). I will now perform a haiku: *Ahem!*

Sandi Patty sang,
The weather and brats were nice,
Hairless arms and booms!

Thank you.

Since you liked that one so much, here's a grill haiku (can you taste the sarcasm? you are my captive of this moment, so you MUST continue reading anyway). Even though haiku's are traditionally about something like the weather, I will neglect this.

Hairless and blistered,
My arms are blazing fire balls.
Here's your bratwurst, sir.

And here's another one.

Heavy burger smoke
Is charring my eyeballs. Tears!
I shed one billion.

Hmm. That one was pretty good. I'll leave you all with that. Good night.