Because even birthdays are better with teletext!
Milo was a cat
Who got so very fat
That the vet would say
“Only one meal a day”
Which is why he ate my hat.
When Milo lost some weight
He slipped out through the gate
But I had a hunch
He’d be back by lunch
To steal it from my plate.
I wish I lived in a gingerbread house,
With sweets for the windows and door,
Then if I got hungry in the night
I could just eat my bedroom floor.
And if I lived in a gingerbread house,
With gingerbread carpets and stairs,
I’d need nothing more than a piping bag
Whenever it needed repairs.