This rat can steal the cheese,
That is left on the paper plates,
That rodent can sneak into the house,
That is made of wisdom and knowledge,
Those paired legged creatures work in solitude,
To copy down the sweat of the creators,
All these rats roam on the streets,
Run through the roughage for rummage,
Ordained with badges, capped and robed,
Beautiful major drains are their homes,
Huge in size with daring eyes,
Those are sparkled with tainted inks,
Millions in numbers and on free and easy,
In every city that has enough eateries.
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Those rats are copycats. Pests of highest order. Nice poem.