When forced to cobble together an alliterative poem in five minutes. I haven't forced alliteration into a poem since I was a kid.
A camel cuts through the Kalahari,
A windy waterless wasteland
Of sorts.
Behind it a sun scorched sojourner,
mystified by a myriad of mirages
that mirror false hopes;
forces his way through the sand
hoping to hit desertland's end.
all french and no anglais makes jill a dull girl.
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