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I just showed the poem to Chris. He called it "disturbing." Here it is in English for all you monolinguists:

Maverick is his name
and how interesting is this man.
He has a very big car
and he lives with his cat and mother.

One day, the guy wrote
a spanish essay.
A story, or so it seemed to me
about a cat in a tree.

Mr. Tinkles was what he was called
by a girl and her father.
But my paper was written
in which I killed the kitten.

But Mr. Tinkles lives
in my mind and heart.
And I don't sleep at night
because I love the rascal.

That cat haunts me
and I cry when it rains,
because I know above all
that Mr. Tinkles is in a tree.