It started in Utah, downwind of the blast,
Although concerned, they said it had past,
Howard Hughes and co, would gather their cast,
John Wayne was chosen, but was he too tall,
Maybe a shortlist was needed, to take the call,
Little did they know, as the cameras started to roll,
They whipped up a storm, and covered people with dust,
The scenes were set, the director they could trust,
They filmed an epic, to be seen was a must,
It opened too laughter, and then it was panned,
They were furious and angry, that, they had it canned,
All further showings, from then would be banned,
Then when the cast and crew all started to fall,
People started to wonder, what started it all,
Was it a curse from Genghis Khan,
Or Dirty Harry, the blast from the past,
Or was the desert, the conqueror after all.
© 2010
Brian J Stafford
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem