There's no rum in Wadi Rum

Thirteen of us fit and alive,
The main question - could we survive.
The odds were astronomical:
An admin error sent Sharmil,
We had no Camembert, Gruyere or Brie,
Just 47 bars of ... Fruesli.

Our desert skills were nil,
But we were eager like a ... squirrel.
We quickly learnt to gather wood,
Three twigs sometimes, when we could;
We learnt tents tend not to move,
When they have a boulder on the roof.

Desperate - then a vision through the desert,
Pamela Anderson - keen and pert;
She gave me cheese to eat and beer to drink,
And then, I thought, a knowing wink.
'Welcome to my tent', I sang in a deep bass,
She turned and slapped my ... face.

Well, we made it at the last,
Just 'cos of our great cast,
Sharmil even made one friend more,
She'll be waiting there ... at terminal four.
I've left our tale, perhaps a little tall,
But cheers, and best of luck to all.

Guy Cook, 27/04/07