Ode to Hitch

by Sarah Firisen There once was a writer called Hitch,Whose contrarian urge had an itch,He had no sacred cows,No unbreakable vows,No ideals too holy to ditch. A brilliant but difficult sod,Who took as his nemesis, God,Perhaps a bold move to make,He announced him “not great”,Embracing the role, lightning rod. But now our dear Christopher's dead,Was…