Simba was my best cat.
Everyday he laid on my mat.
He was brownish-gold,
We didn’t want him sold.
He was so small…
Not very tall.

Simba grew old and fat,
Everyday still on my mat.
I liked him old and young.
I liked his rough tongue.

Simba was a good cat.
Although he brought rats onto my mat.
He liked to play,
But now he has gone away.

I miss him a lot,
I’m glad we had him,
Rather than not.


Written by Louis van Niekerk on 03 August 2009


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