Poem -

CREATURE OF HABIT ALWAYS

Creature of habit always goes to bed at eight
Never a minute before and never a minute late 
Creature of habit always has sausages for tea 
Always has two and never has three

Creature of habit always reads five pages a day 
Will never read six and then puts the book away  
Creature of habit always talks to his mum on the phone 
Each day except Sundays making sure she's happy alone 

Oh creature of habit do something different my man  
The world is constantly changing so I'm sure you can