The Camel Cart

In Pushkar a ride in a camel cart Is an experience quite apart From all other animal rides That neither glides nor slides The rusty brown coat of the camel Ne’er shines like a vase of enamel It carries a big hump on its back A convenient place for a whack With its head raised high It looks upward to the sky Draws inspiration to pull the cart The ride is now about to start The roller-coaster ride begins Bumpy road jerks hit like pins The camel plods with long strides Oblivious of our terrible plights We hold on precariously at the sides The ship of the desert ploughs through the tides Exhausted and disheveled we come to a stop We alight from the cart needing a prop END