An Ode to Milk
Oh how I love to drink,
Sometimes I don’t even think.
Milk with chocolate is grand.
It tastes nothing like sand.
Drinking is my favorite past time,
To the extent that it’s almost a crime.
Drinking is a habit everyone has.
If I drink too much I might spaz.
Sometimes I get a milk mustache.
Do you have a milk-stache?
It feels so good as it flows down my throat.
I really don’t want to drink the milk of a goat.
It’s good for my soul it’s good for my bones.
It satisfies even a small baby’s groans.
You can drink it warm, and you can drink it cold.
But it really tastes nasty when it gets old.
Oreos and milk, green eggs and ham,
I drink therefore I am.
Editor’s note: Written by the live poet’s association.
posted by Becca @ 8:46 PM
3 Comments:
Yay milk!
We need to have more regular meetings and write more ode's.
lol! Happened to come across your blog in 'recently updated', and I'm glad I did!!
I've done an ode to frozen yoghurt (http://the-bright-side.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_the-bright-side_archive.html)....I thought I was the only one that insane!!
milk rocketh
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