Dreaming About The Desert

I wrote your name in the sand Mr. Chester Harvey Buttbottom Oh, my, it looked so very grand I got the chills. I got um, Got um I am so very hot, I am dripping wet Trudging through this desert land I think, I'm sure I have just one regret I didn't bring the water as I planned If I could just find a Cactus here In this vast desert so extremly hot I'd split him open from ear to ear With the hunting knife I haven't got Maybe I could bite a small hole in him Or a big one and drink his insides dry As I see it now things are looking grim And soon I shall be saying goodbye There's nothing in sight but miles of sand And maybe a sidewinder here and there I want food and water on my command But I know I'm just talking to the air So I lay me down on this mound of sand And hope the end of my thirst comes fast Oh dear, dear Jasus come take my hand For I know much longer I will not last I opened my eyes and what the feck I sneezed and then had a big cough The covers were way up to my neck And my air conditioner was off. copyright © Lila May Guptill (AKA) Lunaria All my poetry, art and other writings are all legally ©Copyrighted before posting. Do not use .Thank you. Lunaria.