Sense Sonnet - Steamer

Campfire Roast

I finished up my shaving chore,
And splashed my face with cologne, Brut;
Then headed out of the tent door,
In a cooking breakfast pursuit.
Nothing better than a morn meal
Cooked over a blazing campfire.
There is a special yum appeal
That campfire cooking does inspire.
But, as I put the skillet on,
I felt my face erupt in flame.
Many skin grafts I've undergone,
The Brut catching fire was to blame.

My lawyer says I've got a case
For Brut-ality of my face.