I lost my camel

Many years ago I had a friend.

His mother named him Clyde.

The hole in my heart, only he could mend.

The day he left, I nearly died.

Because he lacked a second hump ,Everyone made fun of him.

To see his lovely face again, I would gladly give my favorite limb.

He spat on everyone he loved, and they all loved him back.

Even when he wore no pants, and you could see his camel crack.

But forty years ago today, they took my friend from me.

I Knew that until he was found, the same man I could never be

A replacement icould never find, I wanted my friend Clyde.

I had nobody to shake my hand when i finally met my bride.

To find my dehydrated friend, I left for Siberia.

After Stalin sent me to prison, I went to Nigeria.

Alas I found my long lost friend, but I was way too late.

He died seven years ago, he went t saint peters gate.

I can now move on, I know clydes gone, I can finally let go.

Clydes in a better place, where he can drink daily, and avoid all the snow.

I love camels.

And bagels.