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.
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