The Space Race

A cup of tea went floating by ascending into space
With a pickled cucumber it was having a flying race
Jostling each other, to reach the stratosphere
The cup of tea decided to notch it up a gear

It whirled around and round and round
Clacking and clicking, such a clattering sound
The din was heard in nearby Mars
Complaints broadcast from a wandering star

Gherkins are a hard nosed pickle
In this fierce stoush it would stickle
And torpedoed, hurtling headlong in turbo mode
It's knobby surface, greenish glowed

In a photo finish they crossed the line
But an astronaut thought that he'd combine
A cup of tea with some bread and butter
And a pickled cucumber for his supper

(Sydney, Australia 2010)

Alessandra Liverani