To Crazy Christian Poem by Ernest Hemingway

To Crazy Christian

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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.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
E.j. Langley 19 December 2015

I'd ask you when you wrote this, but wouldn't expect a reply. We have a shared love of cats and other things too I'd imagine, but alas you won't know this either. We miss you. Goodbye.

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Ernest Hemingway

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