Oh what a terrible creature of habit I am,
Fearing to veer away, from my old daily
plan,
Tea & toast for breakfast & coffee
at eleven,
Prayers at night, to ensure my place in
heaven.
My bath water hot, not tepid & never
ever cold,
Sheets smoothed straight with no crease or
fold,
Don´t touch my TV, it´s programmed the
right way,
With just the right colours, I sup my five
every day.
My chocolate´s always dark & my wine
always red,
Pyjamas & slippers, fluffy & always
ready for bed,
Oh my dear, what a terrible creature of
habit I am,
So move along please & don´t be
changing my plan.
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