My uncle is a garden buff
But a tomcat dug up all his stuff.
Though an animal lover this fine man
Conjured up a crafty plan.
A dish of food he set in place
With castor oil used as its base.
The trap was set, he went to work
His face displayed a sated smirk.
Phoning his wife to learn the worst
When she replied he almost cursed.
Instead of one cat there were three
All as keen as they could be.
One cat digging holes like sin
The villain busy 'filling in.'
The other cat, all scarred from fights,
Was looking round to find fresh sites.
By Bill Austin.
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