The Gingerwhinger Lament

The Gingerwhinger Lament Lizzie Treetop Gingerwhinger in the laundry bucket went and had a poo In total protest, he hoped that it stunk really bad too That Lizzie was going ding bats and just ruining his life No longer was his day like butter through a knife Meals not on time, no cuddles, not even a great big hug Ignored, he wanted her bloody computer to unplug She was at that Internet, writing drivel all day and all night It was an addiction that dear little Ginger could not fight So he’d sit and stare, and then try jumping on her lap She had the nerve to shoo him away when he wanted his nap No more soothing loving hands, just brutally pushed away “I tell you” said Ginger “I will spray and that evil broad will pay” He’d Forgot, Liz solved the problem long ago with that horrid Vet He even thought of complaining on that wretched wicked Internet Then there was that other problem who was that bloody bloke Bob Admired Poet, or secretly the old ding bats new latest heart throb “I tell you” meowed Ginger, “Facebook has a lot to answer for The house is a mess, the garden full of weeds, looking real poor Oh no! My life is not at all, the grand way it always used to be Just no attention, constant emails, makes a cat just want to flee Luckily there’s that hot dame Aimee, and she really such a love Not like that Lizzie who ignores him sending him away with a shove Aimee is beaut, real pretty and her lap warm comfy and so nice Yep her house is the answer, when Mummy’s now cold as ice.