Poetry

Sometimes I crack myself up.
Written for my girl Timaree at work.
She's got this crazy thing with milk... just the mention of it makes her gag.


Peering in
To the almost empty carton
I drank
Right from it

Oops
Tipped to far
Now I have milk down my shirt

Two hours later
Scratching my chin in thought

What’s this?
Scaly flakey ooze

Feels like dried sperm
Thank goodness it’s just
MILK