Hot milk – steamed bliss
Running out of that marvel machine – hiss…
Comes from a cow, but don’t tell me how
You make it sound only like so much… well
From boy to grown man, is there anything better?
The smoothness of cream, the sweetness of butter
A love affair that began at state fairs
4H you are the one true god
Melatonin, melatone-down my life
It’s a mad mad mad mad cow disease
To keep a secret so incomprehensible
complex drink full of math and chemistry
whipped and added, frothed and chilled
boiled, putrefied, curdled and milled
Romance of lactose, a sweet caress on the tongue
For that frothy Freudian, my tastes yearn
Yet… wait, my lid? Is it not on quite right—sigh
And now what’s there to show? Second degree burns.
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i like how you have revised it...
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