Dune Buggy

The engine growled, the tires spun,

The race was on, the chase begun.

Across the dunes, it leaped and flew,

A roaring beast in sandswept view.

With every bump, a rattling bark,

A sputtered cough, a stuttering spark.

Then—PPPHHHTTT!—a wild report,

A backfire blast, a choppy snort.

It wasn’t wind, it wasn’t gas,

Just metal groaning as it passed.

A hiccuped sound, a choked-up wheeze,

Like desert thunder on the breeze.

Yet on it surged, unshamed, unbowed,

Its echo laughing, rough and loud.

For in the dust, both fierce and free,

Rings the fart of a dune buggy.