Inspired by space travel and Joyce Kilmer’s “Trees” I think that I shall never see A thing as lovely as a pea A pea whose shell is green and bright Having withstood the years of flight A pea without flavor dried away Despite sitting in the cargo bay A pea that’s sturdy, firm and round In which some vit’mins are still found Piled en masse on my plate Having cleared the take-off weight Such dreams from only fools like me Why can’t NASA make a pea?