Plisky and Blisky

|2 cats, one made of gold and one made of silver, each one represents one made of cliver. Could you make it or could you not? Will you give it everything you got? Will you adopt them or would you drop? Should i end this poem in a magicaly way? or is it fine instead to pay?| Both: We are strong and we are brave! I'ma take you down to your grave! Plisky: YOUR GOING DOWN! Blisky: YEAH! GET OUT! Give up, buttercup!