I can go without water,
for a starter,
to survive the harshest heat;
from my happy humps,
and crazy cells,
to one amazing nose.
When no oasis is avail,
my mother’s milk will prevail.
I run like the wind,
atop spindly limbs and bulky hooves,
to create my brand and groove.
I’m not pretty; unsightly really.
I’ve a loud noxious bay,
big yucky teeth,
and spit cause I can.
I’ve a stubborn streak,
and I smell- well, bad.
But guess what? I’m also loved,
much needed,
and royally treated.
Who am I?
The cantankerous camel, that’s who!**
♥ -p.o.martig
**Google images of camel.