Sense Sonnet - Tickler

 "Drama"dary

Life on the desert is hard, and

The wind is always blowing up

My nose, sand boxes full of sand.

I'm hot under the collar, yup.

Inside the water inside me

A lot of tension on the boil.

This ship of the desert, I be

A mental shipwreck with this toil.

I can call no oasis mine.

This camel's life, I can't escape.

Always caboose in a long line,

My hump's really bent outta shape.

I constantly am getting hit,

Camel ahead is full of spit.