He was one fat cat.
He was too lazy to chase rats.
He loved to lay around and snooze.
And wait for his owner to bring his food.
He was the happiest cat under the sun.
Being fat and lazy was so much fun.
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Certainly having more fun than we. In a world of political, hypocrisy. Lite and cute A poem necessary To give these sad times A cheery boost. Many thanks, Lamar.