Cooking Sausages In the Moon
There was a time a chef migrated to the moon
“Here I will do my business”, he whispered
he prepared the oven
but he had to come to earth for firewood
he needed water
but he had to come down to Lake Superior for fresh water
he made delicious sausages
but he had to come to Buenos Aires for customers
Then he had a second thought
I will migrate to the dark side of the moon
Happily the chef went
but he found only foot-marks of Chinese and garbage bins
The darkness overwhelmed him
But with hope alive, he reached Mars for another trial
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