Wake up.
Get up.
Get washed,
then
get dressed.
Get fed.
Get ready to
get out and
get going.
Get in the car to
get to work and
get there on time.
Don’t forget to get
yourself a snack, because
once you get there you
won’t get back
out till the end of
the working day
to get
anything from
the shops
where you get your
sweets on
special offer.
Do they ever get
different sweets to
offer at cut
rate prices?
I get it; the sweets
that they get, are the
ones that most
people like to get
to share
with friends.
But, what I don’t get
is people’s reluctance to get
something different to
have with a cuppa
or to
eat after supper.
What I do get is that
Scottish people like to get
something sweet to eat;
a special treat when
they meet a friend
and greet
them with a kiss,
a hug or
a box
of chocolates
that will get them
to wish that they
hadn’t eaten the
whole box in
one sitting.
Ah, I get it now.
This is what I like to
get; chocolate,
cakes and the like, to
fill that empty space,
which I seem to
to be unable to get
to the bottom of, as
I fill up my plate with
apples and grapes.
I really get it;
I love to get
myself a bar of chocolate as
it seems to get
to the
spot, where
pleasure rules. No one
gets to take that
away from me.