Ode to my Traeger

O Traeger, so mighty, weathered, and dusty

So bold, so black, so rusty

You burn pellets made from wood

Whose smokiness makes my food so good

We've spent many evenings together

Grilling and smoking, despite inclement weather

You've filled a niche in my culinary desire

By transforming food, with hickory fire

From ribs to chicken and pork

I enjoy every last bite at the end of my fork

Beautiful, you ain't

But someday, I'll fix you up with a fresh coat of paint

To some, this ode is a snoozer

And I, a big loser

I will continue to praise the flavor

That I and my family savor

Now, I'm feeling a little ill

That I've thought this much about my grill

Though we've got many years left before you are retired

I best get back to work before I get fired