A Christmas Camel

My Amazon six-triggered bride
 Now searching for a place to hide
 Still sees truth quite easily
 Shrouds all else in mystery
 While madmen in top hats and tails
 Impale themselves on six-inch nails
 And some Arabian also-ran
 Impersonates a watering can
 Some Santa Claus-like face of note
 Entreats my ears to set afloat
 My feeble, sick and weary brain
 And I am overcome with shame
 And hide inside my overcoat
 And hurriedly begin to quote
 While some Arabian sheikh most grand
 Impersonates a hot-dog stand
 Red Cross ambulance outside
 Could only mean that I must hide
 Till dusk and finally the night
 When I will make a hasty flight
 'Cross the sea and far away
 To where the weary exiles stay
 And some Arabian oil well
 Impersonates a padded cell
 And some Arabian oil well
 Impersonates a padded cell