Camel got the hump when my granny climbed on top,
gurgled, frothed and camel burped… Non-stop!
She’d kicked him as she mounted. Accidentally.
Apologised politely, but still he spat at me.
Then they lurched to standing, and I thought they’d surely go.
Instead, he lifted up his tail: A present dropped below.
Granny just smiled sweetly, and prodded with her brolly.
(I have to say that Granny is well known for acts of folly!)
With a wicked twinkle and her wrinkles all aglow,
Granny took off faster than a racehorse at the show.
The last I saw of Granny they were tearing round the bend
with distant cries of “Yee Haa!”
Granny clinging to his end.