Cruisin' across the Sahara in my 1952 Cadillac,
I was singing along to a song, thinking about Jack Kerouac.
Coming over the next rise, I never expected to see,
Such a conflagration of Walruses looking back at me.
Passing a lone daisy under the sun set on broil,
They were making their way across the big sandy soil.
Thoughts evolving and revolving inside of my brain,
Led me to believe I might be under a bit of a strain.
Searching for my bottle of purified mineral water,
I quenched my thirst and prayed for no less than an hour.
That these visions of sea mammals would quickly pass.
And leave me to sing songs in my old Cadillac.
Jan 23, 2011
Jan 23, 2011 at 11:09 AM UTC
Cruisin' across the Sahara in my 1952 Cadillac,
I was singing along to a song, thinking about Jack Kerouac.
Coming over the next rise, I never expected to see,
Such a conflagration of Walruses looking back at me.
Passing a lone daisy under the sun set on broil,
They were making their way across the big sandy soil.
Thoughts evolving and revolving inside of my brain,
Led me to believe I might be under a bit of a strain.
Searching for my bottle of purified mineral water,
I quenched my thirst and prayed for no less than an hour.
That these visions of sea mammals would quickly pass.
And leave me to sing songs in my old Cadillac.
Cadillac. Daisy. Evolve. Walrus. Mineral. Conflagration. Sahara.
Charming, Fun and Fanciful.
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