Cooking in the Navy

Look to the left - look to the right.
Which of the battles - would he pick to fight?
Raising the sword - dropping the shield,
he looked down - to the potato he peeled.

All the other men – topside on deck.
The officers in fine uniform - without a wrinkle or a speck.
The ship clean, and slicing waves wide,
chased the wind - with her men side by side.

The midday whistle - training all done,
every man knew – the enemy turned to run.
Hunger set in, their bellies did grumble,
to go below deck, every hand made a tumble.

Down in the galley, our hero was set,
dealing out dishes - to every man he met.
With clanging of fork and shuffle of chair,
all men were served tea - but wishing it beer.

To he, the chef of our story, who day dreams too much.
Never lose your salt - now give us our lunch.
For if you cook as good as your daydreaming can be,
You`ll someday go top deck – and finally see the sea.

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The poem is meant to tell a simple story of a daydreaming sailor who is stuck in kitchen duties while others train on ship.