MY HAMBURGER SHOULD MAKE ANIMAL SOUNDS

Outdoor grilled hamburgers should be almost, living tissue,

Always, when they are over grilled, that becomes an issue,

Just give a flip and a flop,

Grill marks, both bottom and top,

If you overcook my burger, bad things I will wish you.

I WENT LOOKING FOR ROADKILL AND BECAME THE GAME

I walked down the highway to get me a thrill,

To find me some roadkill to cook on my grill,

In the far lane I found meat,

But, my quest became incomplete,

When I took a joyride on a Ford pickup's front grill. 

SINISTER SPIDERS ON MY WINDOWSILL

Some sinister spiders sit on my sill,
They think web-weaving is the ultimate thrill,
But, I'll give them some news,
Be careful what choose,
Or, be squished spider-spleen on the grill.  Yum, Yum!