I've been slipping back into my creative writing over cups of Pinot Grigio and I just tossed off this ditty for my personal novella. I wanted to get people's literary feedback.
Lush oasis and desert sands
Lawrence traversed 'cross the lands
Boldly forth where no man goes
trod-ding steps of camel's toes
His eyes so blue and hair of flax
Carrying gold in burlap sacks
From Timbuktu to old Algiers
He journeyed drinking many beers
with his good friend Abu Abdid
And Battleaxe; his trusty stead
Swiftly riding through the Sahara
til he came upon a strange lair
At first thought might be a trick
A mirage deep in the desert thick
Wind blew sands, shaping form
of many ladies, skin so warm
From thin air they multiplied
And Lawrence swooned and huskily sighed
Tempted by these dusty sprites
Who cocooned him in their tempting dance
None of them were wearing pants
None too subtle like the Scottish
Lawrence could plainly see their sausage
It tickled him - he did not mind
It 'twas a joyful, curious find
He reached in his bag and gave them coins
Then buried his face into their loins
Abu was not fooled by their trickery
He knew these sand-trans were quite frippery
And bid his mind from the true ill
Would come the desert's nightly chill
He called out loud for his friend
But Lawrence was sucked down to his end
By the thousand shemales in quicksand
Such is the way in Arab-land!