Ah, barbecue time

I made chicken on the grill last night. First I had it too high, then I had it too low.  First I had chicken burnt to death on the outside and raw on the inside. Then I had chicken that most closely resembled formed cardboard because it was so cooked.  Even the bones were edible.  I tried to palm the remnants off on my dog who will eat anything including bird poop and she looked at it, looked at me and then walked away.  I think that pretty much sums the whole experience up.