ANOTHER birthday boob....

Mummy dear forgive me please.
Honestly, i'm on my knees!
grovelling with all my might,
to compensate.... no card in sight.
I really, really tried this year,
I even wrote it there and here,
but still my neurons failed to spark,
to honour my sincere remark,
of how this time I would not fail
to get a card sent in the mail.....
arriving on the very day
the old year went it's merry way!
I hang my head in mortal shame
at how i've done it once again.
No greetings wing their way to France,
not even by a whiskers chance.
I have my fingers crossed real tight
that somehow, maybe, p'raps this might????
    appease your pain dear mummykin,
'cos surely poetry must win
the heart of one so kind and true.
I'm sorry and I do love you.