A cup of tea went floating by ascending into space <br />With a pickled cucumber it was having a flying race <br />Jostling each other, to reach the stratosphere <br />The cup of tea decided to notch it up a gear <br /> <br />It whirled around and round and round <br />Clacking and clicking, such a clattering sound <br />The din was heard in nearby Mars <br />Complaints broadcast from a wandering star <br /> <br />Gherkins are a hard nosed pickle <br />In this fierce stoush it would stickle <br />And torpedoed, hurtling headlong in turbo mode <br />It's knobby surface, greenish glowed <br /> <br />In a photo finish they crossed the line <br />But an astronaut thought that he'd combine <br />A cup of tea with some bread and butter <br />And a pickled cucumber for his supper <br /> <br />(Sydney, Australia 2010)<br /><br />Alessandra Liverani<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-space-race-humour/
