One of my favorite dishes, was cooked
in the refrigerator. First we stoked the
wood, and then locked it. To Bask in it's
smokey flavor. As the smell hit the air..
Neighbors joined us there.. And oh, the
fish we did savor! .. But, in the end the
cops wouldn't waiver.
This poem resonates with me. The smell of fish always attracts our sense of smell. Yet, who can resist, it is delicious and nutritious!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This makes little or no sense to me.