Allen Steble

The Pilbara

Not a cloud in the red sky
Nor a drop in the dried up rivers
But the Mercury sure is high
Enough to make you quiver

Not a single drop of rain
In the many months past
The humidity is just insane
Seventy percent and climbing fast

This here is the devils land
He'll make you rich but burn your soul
And the flies here are like the sands
and will buzz into your every hole

So for the folk who so dwell
In the land of whisky white snow
This place for you will feel like hell
If here it is you choose to go.

There'll be sweat on your forehead
And sweat running Down your back
And don't think it's stops when you go to bed
It'll drip right down into your butt crack

So come check out the great red Pilbara
And come stay for a rounds of beers
It'll be so good to see ya

The Pilbara

Topic(s) of this poem: humour

Poem Submitted: Sunday, December 22, 2019

Form: Free Verse

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