Get Down Here.

Get down here,

Give me my bread,

Can’t you see that I am already late?

Whip up the cream,

Don’t day dream,

Cram it up,

Till the rim,

Pack my tiffin,

Pack my lunch,

For my day starts in the morning and it finishes before brunch.

For dinner, I would have macaroni with cheese and garlic sticks.

Keep them ready, before I come home from my evening walks.

Don’t be late,

For I sleep sharp at 10 o’clock.

Who am I?

I am the most commonly uncommon man.

To whom do I command to get down here?

The whim which runs everything.


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