Ernest Hemingway

(21 July 1899 - 2 July 1961 / Oak Park, Illinois)

To Crazy Christian


There was a cat named Crazy Christian
Who never lived long enough to screw
He was gay hearted, young and handsome
And all the secrets of life he knew
He would always arrive on time for breakfast
Scamper on your feet and chase the ball
He was faster than any polo pony
He never worried a minute at all
His tail was a plume that scampered with him
He was black as night and as fast as light.
So the bad cats killed him in the fall.

Submitted: Tuesday, August 31, 2010

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