Treasure Island

Herbert Nehrlich

(04 October 1943 / Germany)

Camels


A camel is a wondrous horse
it finds its way through dunes
it's really not a horse of course
nor is it a raccoon.

Some ignorants say camels do
store water in their humps,
this is demonstrably untrue,
there's fat in them there lumps.

Now, let me tell you, please take care
and do not stand too close
a camel spits into your hair
or smack right on your nose.

A bit of news, to close this time
more camels are sent to
Egypt and countries with their clime
from Sydney (this is true) .

Australia grows its camels tall
they love the food Down Under,
and when they yell their camel call
it sounds like heavy thunder.

Once on a ship to the Mideast
they spit into the sea,
which is for catfish a small feast,
the humour is on me.

Submitted: Saturday, June 28, 2008

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