Wealthy Cats

A wealthy old cat lover named Rover To save money called his idlers over Gave dough to his cats Who became very fat And slept under his bed and its cover Once rich they became very slim Enrolled in fanciest gym Forgot about taxes Enjoyed expensive waxes 'til their pile-o-change became dim The tax man, obsessed with this cash flow A miserly old fellow named Moe was greatly shocked His bottom rocked To see the hep cats without any dough Dedicated to Debbie Guzzi without whom this poem lacked its punch.