Desert Travel

Desert Travel We travel through the nasty desert, Making for us a deathly hazard. The wind is dusty, And path is sandy, And the weather is so dried , That we are about to get fried. We travel on the back of a camel, Which is a useful mammal, According to the desert annal. The Harmattan makes our vision fade, And also makes our faces red, Obliging us to fled. We take shelter in front of a cactus , After the storm stops,a cumulus fractus, Is seen floating in the sky, For which we gave a sigh, As relief was given to our eye, So we started our journey again, As we were some busy men.