The misty way, unblue and blue,
The world that strangely as pierced through,
It's weary veil bleeds cerulean.
Poseidon's trembling breast as he,
In 'ternal rage is scorched from the,
Maternal ocean, falls a blue within unblue.

Spicy rice,
Is peppered with conversation,
And sits sizzling in the wok,
Piled up and content,
Plump with flavour to aid discussion,
As tired prawns sit warm - marinating in spiced grains,
Chicken and chorizo ooze flavour beside.