Dave's Double Barrel
Cowboy Dave stared hard out at the shimmering horizon. Knowing this time
could be his last, he rode onward. That fine Alexandra in her fluffy dress
and Buttercup eyes awaited his return from wrangling up some
sparkly tassels for her birthday bicycle.
Nevermind the thorns, the goat heads, the burning sunů
The dehydration, the scorpions, the rattlers. He would trounce them all.
He shall traverse the desert on his valiant steed, Double Barrel,
and sweep her off her feet, and say
"I have conquered the terrible desert for your happy birthday."