Riding My Camel on the Beach

Ever once upon an autumn
I do get up off my bottom,
And I go ride my camel on the beach.
I admit it is not often
When my self-control does soften,
And we two do all propriety breach.

Now, you may think I am kidding
'Bout a camel at my bidding
When the whimsy held within me breaks loose.
He'll only so long be hidden
Before he insists to be ridden --
It is he who this mischief does induce.

As I bounce there between his humps,
A freedom into my heart pumps,
And I feel I can see all that there is.
As my camel so wildly romps
With no heed of castles he stomps,
I mentally enter the world that's his.

He rules the sands where he proceeds
And displays not a lot of speeds,
For where he goes he really does not care.
He has not a worry in his head
About the path he chose to tread,
For there, there will be, when at last he's there,

Whenever we go anywhere,
It seems most people point and stare
To see someone ride a camel past them.
They should have little cause to fear
As long as they are not too near
When that camel launches his mighty sputum.

He won't stop to apologize
If the sight of him shocks their eyes,
For, to him, there is naught that's out-of-place.
He has no need to compromise
When none he meets can match his size --
Few will ever confront him face-to-face.

We cause more smiles than true scandal,
Even eating some lad's sandal,
And we are gone almost before they know.
When you've a camel to straddle,
Rather than let your brains addle,
Hop on him and see where you two may go.