Camel Races

Now imagine

the wonder

of these three guys--

Kings,

like old golf buddies,

out riding their camels

in the desert.

They see a bright star.

"What do you think that is?"

asks one king.

"Probably the opening

for a new camel dealership,"

says the second king.

"Come on," says the third.

"Let's go see," says the second.

"Last one there," they all say together,

"Is a rotten egg."

     Today's poem reminds me that I haven't written a Christmas poem about egg nog yet.  Perhaps you'd like to help me do that.  I actually had French toast that my husband made with egg nog just the other day.  Oh was it yummy.  I'm so lucky  my husband loves to cook.  I hope you have lots of occasions to laugh today.  Have fun writing poetry.