Camels Armpit Land

 

Have you ever been to Camels Armpit Land,

Where lumps of cheddar cheese float by and kiss you on the hand?

Where peacocks swim in amber pies of orange marmalade jam,

That lie beneath the lemon grass trees of sky blue pink that dot throughout the land?

 

I have been to Camels Armpit Land and seen such things,

As stinky bogs of eggy bread with moldy toadstool rings.

The Jabberwokky himself lives there with mice from Nong Nang Ning.

The tale which you are reading is the baneful song he sings.

 

Never go to Camels Armpit Land of things so fair,

As Butter Fluffs and Woodwing Beasts that make their residence there.

They may look friendly, cute, and sweet, but inside they are mean,

And may not let you out again to tell of what you’ve seen.

Reviews

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Did you really write this? It's terrific! Weird, but terrific!

The rhyming scheme is brilliant, and the flow is really, really good. The only thing I would say is that you could try to tighten it up a little bit, try to convey the same thing with fewer words, then this poem would be as gold.

I'm impressed.

[morris]

You have a brilliant mind and a lavish imagination to go with it. No wonder i love you.