Cat poem

Cheshire none the worser

there was a cat from Cheshire
who loved salmon with Worchestershire
sauce
and fought with his arbitrary owner
who claimed to be the boss
The cat was named FAT
and the human fellow was known as Splatz
who lost all his money at the stocks
when it fell all the way to nil
And so the fellow's wife, known as Lil
divorced the pot-bellied SOB
and left the scene with all the fleas

And so Splatz got on the ledge
and fought the battle full-fledge
he finished a bottle of gin
and fought the wind
took the dare and descended down the air

[This is about as far as I can go with this poem
for it seems to lack a purpose]

Meanwhile FAT finished the salmon
and was rolling on the ground

When Splatz exhausted the lively air
and hit the sidewalk with his dead weight

People stood and stare and gawk
and all agreed that "what goes up, must come down."