What A Milkshake! Poem by M. Asim Nehal

Under the clear sky where moon was shining so bright
my wife offered me a milkshake and my thoughts got delight
now there sat a poet in me with a grin
Sippin' on a milkshake from within
and this milkshake succeeded in instilling some cleverness,
for it contained herbal mixed thoughts all mashed together
and with every sip a swirl of widened the word appeared,
a taste of brilliance under the moonbeams so absurd.

A poet in me took a curious sip and felt the madness
did wife tricked me with milkshake or the moonbeams?
I felt like a dancing on the waves of thoughts
with milkshake trove
first came a thought of fluffy bunnies,
hoppin' around with cottoned tummies.
Then a thought of flying cats,
zoomin' through the skies, just like bats
next, a thought of polka dots, decorating cows in fancy clots
followed by a thought of rubber ducks,
wearing suits and trading stocks.

Oh, how this milkshake teased the mind, with giggly thoughts, so hard to find.
A poet in me laughed and the pen in hand wrote a poem, oh so grand.
for each sip brought forth a verse, an absurdity, a poet's curse.
but it was the laughter, the joy it brought,
that made this milkshake worth the thought.

Now don't start blaming me for all this rubbish,
just grab the milkshake in your hand and take a sip
and let your thoughts mix and twirl with glee,
and read this poem again to realise the humor all set free.