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Ode to the Camel
A Sonnet
by karl-marx
My humped camel, you inspire me to write.
How I hate the way you call, skip and sneer,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the gorgeous speer.
Let me compare you to a teary crust?
You are more scary, stable and able.
Dumped heat toasts the trumpedfrolics of August,
And summertime has the council table.
How do I hate you? Let me count the ways.
I hate your sable elbows, feet and thigh.
Thinking of your spiteful feet fills my days.
My hate for you is the delightful spy.
Now I must away with a rightful heart,
Remember my lumped words whilst we're apart.
Interesting but I am not much of a Marxist I have no chains
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