by James F. GainesThere is an ever famished cat:
His name is Bob the Blob.
His mistress speeds to feed him and
He really is a slob.
While some cats will discreetly snack,
He wolfs it by the glob.
He barely tastes the finest bits.
Pigging out’s his job.
On emptying his own cat bowl,
He sets about to rob
the scroungy little puppy’s dish.
He never was a snob!
His body’s an enormous mass,
His hunger pangs are throbs.
A glutton’s tummy's bottomless;
That's small compared to Bob’s.