Caesar was no average man;hailed from Wales to Sahara.
He'd fuss a lot about his tan,
and feast on 'Neptune Marinara'.
What's that you ask? I smile with glee!
to know you're ripe and ready;
To hear an ode to flavour's burst ...
a Tuna and Penne ditty.
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Sun-kissed tomatoes lent their blush,
his spirits were renewed.
Neptune loosed his tuna plush,
strength to every sinew.
That day Oregano played the host,
and Garlic paved the way.
Basil crowned him to a toast,
rich flavour held its sway.
Glistening Penne from foaming waters,
flew in all a sunder,
Wrapped in crackling, creamy butter,
Cooked in the lap of thunder.
This manna came down by Angel's flight;
the news spread ear to ear.
He gave it to the promised Knight,
whom we now call Caesar.
"What's this magic that heaven has sent"
His foes began to flee.
"My strength is back, my heart's alive;
Tis the spirit of Italy".
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You cry out hoarse, "Hold that plate";
"Marco brought back the Penne!"
So I dreamed a bit about the date;
to raise the cheers of many.
A corner shop in the land of Juhu,
played host to a hungry me.
"Alfredo's" said the bright, big sign,
and its aroma raptured me.
The menu was placed, I saw it in bold,
it said "Neptune Marinara".
What a delight I did behold,
and whirled into this saga.
So drive you down into this land of Juhu;
Hunt down this little wonder.
It's Tuna and Penne from Mediterranean blues,
"Marinara" you will cheer.
