Joyriding through Death Valley 
Just me and Sally

White salt crystals on my knees 

As the bone-dry air sears and clamps my throat
I desperately wheeze, “Sally, can I have some water please?”

“Hm. It seems the water bottles have exploded
     We’re almost at Furnace Creek
     Hang on. H2O’s coming tout de suite.”

Before we could get there
My butt melted into the chair

“We brought clubs for the fairway
     But the Devil’s Golf Course is not for play
     Sally, I want to go home right away!”

“It’s not my fault the term is misleading
     You cannot totally blame me
     Did you not read the itinerary!?”

“Stupid Sally! This isn’t a treat
     I can taste the heat. Worst idea ever
     Making friends with a bighorn sheep.”


Moral: Watch the friends you keep.

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