I know, in this day and age, it's hard being a Camel owner, trying to guess the rights and wrongs of their care, afterall - they don't come with a manual - here is a small piece of advice, for those who are seeking it.
A Poem which attempts to dissuade you from bringing your Camel to Specsavers
Don't bring your camel to spec savers
You know he's not the best behaver
He's a diva, this ungulate, attention craver
He spits in the eye of opticians
.
His hooves are no good for handling contacts
He frowns at the sunglasses, chomps like a mastax
left loose on a rotifiers lunch, always detracts
from the mood in that home of good vision
.
He won't like the opthalmascope, it'll soon make him grump
He'll complain of the tonometer, call the whole place a dump
And forgive the pun here, but he will get the hump
He'll cause dents in the fence with allision
.
Your sweet dromedary wouldn't say "This is class"
engulfed not in sand, but with frameworks of glass
So better leave him at home, leave his whole biomass
No Specsavers for your Camel today
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