A Pome a Day for a Year

Please, Sir, do not get up, no,
you are comfortable and I am but
your most humble servant, as of tonight.
Sir, your whims, your desires,
why they are mine
and I am driven to completion!

Please, take this glass, it is most
assuredly full of your favourite tipple
for I am dedicated
to whomever is my quarry,
this is but a brief meeting,
my lord, but for I, it is the
entire reason for my existence.

Why, do not fear, do not panic,
this is the life I was born for,
this gives me satisfaction no nine to five
ever could, I am at your disposal
for as long as you have arranged,
and I relish the chance, to live a little
within your overreaching shadow.

Now,
about that jazz,
about those cards,
about that fern so casually tossing
and turning as the violins play,
do not worry, your needs are met.