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
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
