'Crazy Milk' 12/12/08 Poem by Sallie Marie Tompkins

I opened the fridge that was real big,
and I adored the artistic creditability that was outstanding.
I stretched out my hand for something of a liquid nature that was demanding.
I had been craving this element of sensation since early morning to late afternoon.
All I needed now was my fork and spoon to match with my breakfast food.
I gazed upon the design of a lifetime and I kept my focus on one thing;
my tall carton of milk.
I proceeded to gravitate to an intake, then I did a quick lumpy shake and bake face, and oh! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! boy was I highly mad and upset.
I had just encountered a day with some nasty sour crazy milk.
Not filled with guilt, I wrapped my feelings in my emotional quilt, and I politely said, I gotta take this milk back where I got it from.
Another innocent day, not going my way...
This is just another episode of crazy milk...


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