Riding a Camel
A friend went to Morocco
And she rode a camel there.
I saw the photos and I wondered
If I’d take that dare.
Another pal’s in Egypt
And, on pictures she did post,
There she is atop a camel,
Looking happy and engrossed.
As a child I rode a camel
When I visited the zoo,
Where it walked around a circle
As it somehow learned to do.
Yet, to ride one in the desert,
Decades later, feeling old,
I’m not certain I could muster
What it takes to be so bold.
I am planning a vacation,
But the place I hope to go
Has no camels and no deserts,
So I guess I’ll never know.
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