burning heat of the
the afternoon sun on
the back of her
legs as she wandered
slowly along a deserted
desert with her dessert.
she needed liquid soon. . .
"Aha!" She exclaimed. "A
Morten Harket lookalike appeared!
Better get my knockers
back in my top!
she thought as she...
sang "take on me"
to a bemused tramp
Chaplin was still alive!
After all this time !!!
She then proceeded to
the bedouin tent, full. . .
of eastern promise and
well oiled energetic men. . .