Hello, trademe browsers, allow me to tell You why I am for sale here - for all is not well. I was once a loved barbeque for get-togethers ‘Cause nothing cooks better than charcoal-fed Webers. For to barbeque meat with exceptional taste Is done slowly, with time - there is no place for haste

Well, my family got this - they cooked on me slow Then that fateful day came that they said I must go. On their deck is now standing a gas powered grill It makes all meat taste gassy - always has, always will And the reason? The cause for this replacement crime? They say it cooks faster. That I take too much time.

So along with the typewriter, the fax and cord phone And hand-written letters, I’ve now been outgrown. The world is now moving at break-neck speed pace And the hare, not the tortoise, comes first in the race.

So now that my family wants everything quick I’m up here for sale - it’s so wrong I feel sick! I have served them as well as a Weber grill must And I’m still in good nick - not one issue, no rust.

If you feel that the world has become just too fast And you want a good barbeque, one that will last - Don’t be fooled by those gas grills with all of their speed. I can promise you quality - that’s all that you need.