Three hours into the desert their engine choked and buckled
Rolling dark smoke into the pale blue sky, bamboozled
They tried to call their friend Philip who was out at that moment
They panicked but hope that someone would see them from a distant
They started arguing and blaming each other in this heat
Why have they not followed the map, trying shortcuts and offbeat?
The assessment of their situation was not good, downbeat
They tried to think what they could do, but both of them struggled
They looked at their supplies, got food, drinks and an engine coolant
Then the phone rang, it was Philip and he’s coming, such a feat!*
(c) ladyleemanila 2017
* The CinqTroisDecaLa Rhyme, a form created by Laura Lamarca, consisting of one 10-lined stanza. The rhyme scheme for this form is AABBCCCABC and a syllable count of each line is 15.