4.5 Floss Rule Part 2

on the black grill

When dad and Chet grill

over the glass fizz

with the chop on the grill

as Dad grills the chops

with a little kiss

to Dad and Chet

in the big glass

for the white bell

as they grill the crab

with a little spill

in a mad huff

in a tan shell

what a big mess

with the white glass

like a glass that spills

with the white fizz

like a pretty dress

with a little dill

on a hot grill

with a big yell

like a swell grill

under the swell stuff

for a lot less

for a sniff and a whiff

like a big mess

on the tan hill

Dad and Chet like to grill.

The grill gets hot.

“What a mess!” says Chet.

I want you to grill the chops.

Dad grills the crab.

The fizz slid down the grass.

The crab is on the grill.

Chet grills the chops.

That is not such a big mess.

Tell me what you want.

He has to press the chops.

Pass the rag, please.

Chet says he will eat chops.

Dad likes dill on the chops.

I will mop up that stuff.

He will chill the glass.

There is a puff from the grill.

Dad and Chet chat like chums.

Chet will grab the chips.

The smell of the grill is the best.

They play chess.

Dad tells Chet to shell the crab.

Chet chills the glass.

Now the chops are hot.

They hum and chat.

There is a spill.

Chet and Dad sit to eat.