Dancing
That was one awful job,
Out on the Dune Sea.
I lost my shoes.
Don't ask how.
I had a speeder.
But had to dance a good deal.
Well, not dancing.
Walking, supposedly.
I suppose it was more like dancing.
Sand so hot,
My feet still have blisters.
The Suns won't stop, will they?
They stop at night,
In the cold, my toes freeze off.
Stars have mercy,
If Jabba knew
His favorite bounty hunter was out
Dancing on the Dune Sea.
