Let's Rhyme

Laara was a lady of fat,             

Lived in a lovely flat,                 

she paid the valuable vat,            

And she was overtaxed by that,         

I met her on Monday to chat,            

I went with my head hat,             

And I liked her pet pat,             

What did I look at?                    

I saw a small rat,                   

And it was chased by a cat,        

Which bounced on the below mat,

Dropped its small scat,                

I tried to beat with the bat,            

But it escaped like a brat,             

And it glided as a tiny gnat,             

I moved near her sofa and sat,          

And I was caught by her catchy tat.