With a stick and a chant, I make wonders come around, You may clean with a broom, I use it to go vroom

I postpone I delay, All I do is cause dismay, You hear yourself as you say, Tomorrow's gonna be the day

Some find me horrifying, With wings even more terrifying, In groups I bring a nightmare, I am harmless please be aware

I sound fake and full of crap, Yet I clean you in a snap

The British love to have me, But they usually give me the silent treatment