In Dubai, where camels casually stroll, And air-conditioned bus stops keep you cool—not droll, Amidst the golden towers, rising near the sky, A ski resort in a mall—who’d think to try? There’s a fountain that dances with choreographed grace, While folks ski indoors when it's hot out to face. There's a chef in a desert selling camel’s milk ice cream; It’s not quite a mirage, but rather a dream. The palm-shaped islands stretch 'cross the sea, Man-made wonders as far as eyes can see. Riding a Rolls with a falcon in flight, True desert luxury, both surreal and bright. So here's to Dubai, with its sunlit mirth, Whirling sand and skyscraper’s girth. In this land where the unbelievable's ordinary fare, Every day’s an adventure—laugh loudly, breathe the air!