Saw Hemingway

Saw Hemingway the other day
As he am-bibbled eastward through upper Northwest;
He looked insouciant, fresh, and alive,
With an ogive of trout for a spine.
Who else was abroad? That pernicious bawd,
Miss Katydid Jenner. She had on her fingers
Three gems from the Indies, an Etruscan bead,
And a pearl held in place with some twine.
Whereupon Don Machiavelli cruised by,
Wearing a tiger suit, wielding a claw;
He asked for directions; I said: Any way
Will lead to a bottle and stein.
Lastly, Old Rawbones, who wanted to know:
Had I been drinking? And: Hadn’t I died?
Death brings tranquility, because when I'm gone,
Won't no one be aping this whine.