A Christmas Camel

(brooker / reid)



My amazon six-triggered bride

Now searching for a place to hide

Still sees the truth quite easily

But shrouds all else in mystery

While madmen in top hats and tails

Impale themselves on six-inch nails

And some arabian also-ran

Impersonates a watering can



Some santa claus-like face of note

Entreats my ears to set afloat

My feeble sick and weary brain

And i am overcome with shame

And hide inside my overcoat

And hurriedly begin to quote

While some arabian sheikh most grand

Impersonates a hot-dog stand



The red cross ambulance outside

Can only mean that i must hide

'til dusk and finally the night

When i will make a hasty flight

Across the sea and far away

To where the weary exiles stay

And some arabian oil-well

Impersonates a padded cell


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