Largesse

Fatline life curried me under pleasures
My heart indeed a tranquil with no war
I will eat and be merrier
My thought was preganted a sunny days astronomers
Let me have my proudly time life

My forefathers were a laborer, now I am to eat theirs labour
They warred from home and away I must need go a tranquil tour
Told my disher to pour me a four
And my cooker mealed up a Nacho and fajitas
Let my server be on ease this night
Chilled with beef and its genitas
Under the light strays moon
Nothing strange a superfluous here
I and my goons
And the death may soon
Our life a med to the mourners.
All men on earth a sojourners.