Let's rhyme
Laara was a lady of fat, Lived in a lovely flat, She paid the valuable vat,
And over taxed by that, I met her on Monday to chat ,
I went with the head hat,
And I liked her pet pat, What did I look at?
I saw a small rat, And it was chased by a cat, which bounced on the below mat,
Dropped it's small scat, I tried to beat with the bat, But it escaped like the best brat,
And glided as a tiny gnat,
I went near her sofa and sat, And caught by her catchy tat.
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