A brave young Ganissary
Into the desert was posted,
To a tower that four men
And seven camels, hosted.

Now after a week of this
His lusts became inflamed
And he asked his kindly Sergeant
How his passions could be tamed.

"Well, we shouldn't leave our post,
But it's a common ruse
To sneak out in the evening
And a camel we will use."

The young lad, horrified,
Cried and shook his head.
He could not believe the words
His Sergeant had just said.

So passed another week.
Of his urges he lost count.
Still the Sergeant said,
"A camel you must mount."

Another month the lad refrained,
Until he thought he'd burst.
Then he raced toward the camels
And jumped upon the first.

He confessed all to his Sergeant
That he had felt quite bad
But the camel with which he'd lain,
Was the best he'd ever had.

The Sergeant turned a shade of pale
And then bright scarlet red.
He coughed and then he spluttered
And these fateful words he said.

"I meant to ride a camel.
El'Jazira's just twelve miles,
And there are girls a-plenty
With sweet and winning smiles!"

So, the moral of this tale
Is that words can cause confusion,
And if you need a hump,
Don't jump to the wrong conclusion.

Penned by my hand on the 1st of Lupar, in the year 378 AF.