Ode to a hot water bottle

Ode to a hot water bottle
When I first met you
my bedroom was freezing
I need you no longer
I’ve got central heating

The hot water bottle replies:

Oh fickle one,
Can no one be trusted?
I hope when it snows
Your heating is busted.

by Ruth Ibbotson and her Dad who replied to the first verse with the second. Thanks Roof!