Sima Wants A Ham
Late one night,
outside my bedroom door,
“Meow! Meow! Meow!” I heard
From my kitty, Sima, on the floor.
“What do you want, Sima Kitty?
What are you meowing for?”
Sima ran to the living room and
Meowed once more.
“Do you want to play, Sima Kitty?”
I grabbed the toy she adored.
She looked at me and her toy
And yawned like she was bored.
Sima ran to the dining room
Toward the balcony door.
“Do you want to go out, Sima Kitty?” I asked.
She might want to explore.
She walked on by and into the kitchen
Right to the refrigerator door.
“Are you hungry, Sima Kitty?”
“Meow! Meow! Meow! Meow!” I counted four,
So I gave her some ham.
Afterwards, she meowed for more.
Author’s note: Cats shouldn’t eat ham.
This poem was submitted to a publication that apparently has gone out of business. It spent 288 days waiting to be read.
outside my bedroom door,
“Meow! Meow! Meow!” I heard
From my kitty, Sima, on the floor.
“What do you want, Sima Kitty?
What are you meowing for?”
Sima ran to the living room and
Meowed once more.
“Do you want to play, Sima Kitty?”
I grabbed the toy she adored.
She looked at me and her toy
And yawned like she was bored.
Sima ran to the dining room
Toward the balcony door.
“Do you want to go out, Sima Kitty?” I asked.
She might want to explore.
She walked on by and into the kitchen
Right to the refrigerator door.
“Are you hungry, Sima Kitty?”
“Meow! Meow! Meow! Meow!” I counted four,
So I gave her some ham.
Afterwards, she meowed for more.
Author’s note: Cats shouldn’t eat ham.
This poem was submitted to a publication that apparently has gone out of business. It spent 288 days waiting to be read.
