Tuna Tango

In a world of scents, a peculiar tune, Red lips linger, as if sung by the moon, Amidst the air, a fragrance does bloom, It dances, it teases, like a playful monsoon. 'It smells like tuna! ' cries a puzzled passerby, A curious aroma, painting the sky, Mysteries unravel, as flavors amplify, Tickling nostrils, a sensation awry. A feast for senses, a whimsical surprise, A savory symphony, where wonder lies, 'It smells like tuna, ' the chorus replies, An enigmatic scent, beneath azure skies.