A Creature Of Habit Poem by Allan James Saywell
A Creature Of Habit
You don't have to be a Nun
You can still be
A creature of habit
You rise from your bed at six
Breakfast at six thirty
Brush your teeth at seven fifteen
Walk the dog at seven thirty
Have coffee at the same cafe
Always have a flat white
With one sugar, white only
Be back home by eleven
Shower at eleven fifteen
Lunch at twelve
At a table facing east
Yes we all can be
Creature, s of habit
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