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