‘Twas the night before MeatFest when all through the kitchen,

Derek was working to make meat that’s real bitchin’.

The brisket sat waiting, soaking in mop,

While pork loin was smoking, getting nice crust on top.

The Storvik house hummed with excitement and flurry,

For the festival of meat would be here in a hurry.

Then what to our wondering eyes should appear,

But a forecast of 90 this time of the year.

It’s too hot to be out smoking meat, where’s the fall?

Said Derek to Kim as he walked down the hall.

But they both knew inside though the weather was bad,

That the fest must go on, there was fun to be had.

So they both declared with vigor and might,

Happy MeatFest to all, and to all a good night!