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