Saharan Dust! Poem by Juliet Languedoc

Although things look bad
it can't get worst
did you peep outside
not for long just for a while
and thought you were in a dream
looking through a big pile of steam
tick like if it's ice cream?


Well! don't scream it isn't a dream
it is real, real, real! enough to make
you scream it's Saharan Dust
causing a lot of fuss and compounding the
Corona who keeps looking for many owners
Could you imagine getting both of them
there will be no room in the boat
and worst for those who can't float

Some say the Saharan Dust should be given
some trust since it helps to prevent the
hurricanes' fuss - others say it sounding
like people have gone insane with pain upon
pain and nothing to gain.

Life is going down the drain with so many on the
funeral train no one should take this mixed up
strain and plenty, plenty of pain!

Saharan! take your sand with all the dust
and ship out from among all of us there nothing
to trust too much fuss pack up your
bus and get out, out, out! you are free to
take East, West, North, or South
please, just Leave!