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.
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