Charles admits that this is a crass ripoff of Yeat’s “Against Unworthy Praise.” He was compelled to write this, after reading “Peas in Space.“
In space, eat no peas, because
Your ventilators break
And oh two surely pause
Being for a pea-freak’s sake.
Enough the pea-paste seemed,
Which did your strength renew,
But dream J. Cohen dreamed
Till the astronauts cried aloud,
A secret of menu new,
For eating above the clouds.
What, still you would have their peas!
And floats a nastier mess,
Persists in the air for days
Subjecting the crew to stress;
And how what his dreaming gave,
Earned clamor and comments rude,
From self-same spacers brave;
Aye, and worse wrong than these.
Yet he, in his Earthly abode,
With butter and onions, eats peas.