The Great Cain
I had a yellow dog named the great Cain
We loved to walk down our pretty lane
His best friend was a cat named Chow Mein
Who rode on his head like an air plane
All the neighbors thought this was insane
And it gave poor Cain a huge migraine
Yet he would always do it again and again
He thought he was the king of Spain
And went out to run in the local campaign
Then won all the votes in his domain
Now everyone is celebrating his big brain
written for my step-grandson Matthew who just started grade 1
and who likes to make poetry...
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