Yig And Yog Poem by Clive Blake

There were two bottles of milk
Their names Yig and Yog,
Who planned a daring escape
In the early morning fog.

Forced to become cereal killers,
The mere thought; made their white blood curdle,
As they struggled to free themselves
From their plastic milk-crate girdle.

Yig said to Yog:
'If you make it to the newspapers,
Tell 'em everything that's passed-your-eyes,
How the TV adverts with the happy bottles
Are all just propaganda - lies.'

They managed to wriggle free of the crate,
And they then jumped off the float,
Even though the other bottles s-creamed:
'No! ... be careful! ... Don't! '

They hit the road with an awful smash, and
Then rolled out of control in the dirt,
The next day... the news headlines read:
YIG DEAD and YOG HURT.