Aug 18, 2009


I went to ride a camel;
He was a beastly mammal.
Yet, fearful was I,
Not wanting to die.
I went to ride a camel.

He looked a monster to me.
He being ugly, you see.
Just how to climb on
Not easily done.
He looked a monster to me.


He lying down on the ground,
Now sitting easy, I found.
No longer am cowed,
Now feeling quite proud.
He lying down on the ground.

He then commenced to stand up.
His bum, the first to rise up.
Now feeling a fall,
No time now to stall.
He then commenced to stand up.

Now head over heels, I went.
Right over his head was sent.
Onto the hot sand;
Now trying to stand.
Now head over heels, I went.

I looked that beast in the eye.
As mad as a hornet, I.
I told him what for,
To even the score.
I looked that beast in the eye.

Right back in my eye, he spit.
Now really, I threw a fit.
“Blelugh,” I cried out.
And jumped all about.
Right back in my eye, he spit.



I washed the slime from my face;
I really looked a disgrace.
I gave him what for.
This brute made me sore.
I washed the slime from my face.


I should be smarter than that.
This beast can’t treat me like that..
So walking away.
Not going to stay.
I should be smarter than that.

By: Sheila Weaver
AKA: Peacefullyabiding