A young girl, rather drunk, and stripped bare,
Rode a camel bare-back for a dare:
She collected her bet,
But she can’t sit down yet,
She’s so sore round her never-mind-where!
Tag: camel
It’s those big eyes!
In the desert there’s little to trammel
One’s love for a beautiful camel;
Who cares, wrong or right,
So why go cold at night
For the lack of a warm-blooded mammal.
Bestiary
Ranting priests, moral tracts did not trammel
His pleasures! No red-blooded mammal
Was safe from his lust,
Though to choose, if he must,
His first love was a Bactrian camel!