A sumptuous meal was with a sharp smack,
Spoonfuls of peas and forks of spaghetti,
Without the odours carried by the ancient.
The food emanated from the skyline or view,
One fish and one deer are all I had to fear in this world,
Where at hand was so simple a fire of vegetables,
Fully ignited by the wind of the sea.
The boat was being buoyant due to a promotion,
Drifting dark clouds surrounded us with gloominess,
And the food was a meal of hundreds
To be enjoyed by the elite and strange.
They luxuriate in advantages of the richness
So occupied by the shadows of the dark sea.
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