Twas the night before brisket,
And all through the night
I couldn't close my eyes
Without seeing the sight...
A big green egg
puttting off smoke
Bob smiling real big,
and telling a joke.
The aroma
it floated so soft in the air
And I ran low on bourbon
But I didn't care.
Time trickeled slowly
off of the clock
And Bob held his temprature
Steady as a rock.
All throught the night,
the brisket, it cooked
Everyone wondered,
But nobody looked.
Oh damn!,
I said when I woke with a start
I looked outside,
And still it was dark.
Me and my dog,
We both sniffed the air
Buck pee'd on my leg
But I didn't care.
On the midnight breeze
of the last day of May
I found the aroma
of a great brisket day.
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