A Requiem for Chris's Face

"Before"       "After" "Yum"

O Cat,
Why you gotta be so bad?

God cries
When Chris's face is gone.

Your spat
Had better be a fad,

O Cat,
You furry little cad,

Or soon
Your ass will out be gone.

Surprise!
Still Chris's face is on.

My eyes
With joy can look upon

Her vis-
Age, eating Cinnabon.

Eddie Kohler