As the screaming Sirocco swept the sands,
Suffocating the Shiekh's Sixth Sick Sheep,
It's sister, Simoon, soon sought to strike
The sweat-suffering Sultan's sweet sleep.
Then came the Khamsin, and Calima, too,
- Dust-devils, Diabolos, Lavaan, Loo!
Angered, Aeolos, King of the Air,
Council called up with him in chair
Boreas, Euros, Fair Favonius,
Zesty Zephyr, alll were there
With solemn, sullen, scowl he said:
I'll rout these rascals, send you instead.
The howling hot-heads harassed no more
As the Aeolian Airs soothed the Shiekh's sandy sore!
(At his point I petulantly wind up my windy verbiage -
As continuing ceaselessly and adamantly with unending alliteration would surely end in gibberish and garbage)
Oh Moon, come slumber on my chest of sand dune
Let your moonlight drizzles engulf this land in June
Sing! So the sandstorm dances with your flowing tune
Oh Lunar beam! Your touch wreaks fame and fortune
Cross the skies and stay with me, for it makes me immune
O Moon! Only if you agree for an honeymoon
I would be...
Draped in the enthralling Blue Bells in the noon !
Sinking in the sparkling sea of heart-gold doubloon !
Invincible and untouchable even for the worst simoon !
Spellbound by your Love in the form of a monsoon !
Glided with streams linking from the Glenrock Lagoon !
Clothed with eat-able sand sweeter than macaroon !
Oh, lunate Moon! Unveil your beauty !
Don't leave me in anxiety !
Quench my thirst with your creativity !
Accept me and I'll serve you with my loyalty
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