Cameron

M Mark R Slaughter Mark R Slaughter
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Cameron the cat would never miss a trick – Often in the garden on patrol. Otherwise sleeping, though frequently meeting His one and only love – that earthen bowl! Cameron the cat took everything for granted - Sure, the street lay under his control. Contentedly snoozing – perhaps he 'd been boozing – And toasting all that counts: his dearest bowl! Cameron the cat would seek to take advantage – His gullible owners often on parole. Purring pathetically, and almost poetically, He'd meow them into stacking up his bowl! Cameron the cat was nonetheless a gem – His owners saw him as their heart and soul, But having to accept that he was so adept At persuading them to fill his flipping bowl! Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2009 cat cat cat cat cat cat cat cat cat cat cat cat cat cat cat cat cat cat cat cat cat cat cat cat cat cat cat cat cat cat cat cat cat cat cat cat cat cat cat cat cat cat cat cat cat cat cat cat cat cat cat cat cat cat cat cat

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