Though a writer of no little fame
Ernest Hemmingway hadn’t a name
For his book about Cat,
Fred, and the war that
They fled while caught up in love’s game.

At the Louvre, as he walked around dazed
With his manuscript due within days
Came the mental spark vital
That gave him the title
As on Venus de Milo he gazed.

If this title you do figure out
Treat yourself to a tall pint of stout
Here’s just one more hint
Fred did his war stint
By driving an ambulance about.