Oh please don’t be milk
In this mystery cup
‘cause the last one I found
Almost made me throw up
Let it be water or juice
On the ground
Its tragic
What happens to milk
Left around
The odor repulsive
The texture grotesque
And the face that I make
When I found out that
Yes!
This chunky white sludge
Was once milk cold and clean
The nastiest substance that
I’ve ever seen
I pour it out quickly
It clunks down the drain
And I swear I will
Never let it happen again
That is of course until the next time...
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2 comments:
I SO identify with this!!! Great poem. :)
:) Who new this common disgusting find makes a lovely poem. :)
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