Seafood table Painting

In lands kissed by the Mediterranean sun, Where azure waves whisper tales undone, There lies a feast from the ocean's deep, A symphony of flavors that dance and sweep. In the briny depths where the crabs do crawl, And shrimps dart swiftly, both big and small, They're caught in nets and brought ashore, To grace our tables, a seafood lore. Oh, the crabs with shells of crimson hue, Guarding secrets of the ocean blue, With claws that click and scuttle free, They offer taste of the salty sea. Shrimps, in their shells, adorned with pride, A delicate flavor they do provide, In pots they simmer, in pans they fry, A taste of the ocean, a savory sigh. Pair them with wine, a white so fine, From vineyards where the grapes entwine, Its crispness complements the seafood's delight, A toast to life under the Mediterranean light. So let us feast on this ocean fare, In seaside towns with salty air, Where life is simple, yet so refined, With seafood treasures, a gift divine.