Milk Shouting Louder
This bottle of grease is empty!
With what may it be filled?
Or should we seek to sterilize,
Condoning what we've killed?
At any rate, I downed it quite
In hopes that, if I sweat
A little, the rest'll elevate me
When I next forget
I entertained a Spaniard once
With spinach 'tween his teeth
And fungus on his ankle bones
With treacle underneath
But he found such dressing under size
And held an evil grudge
Against my English eyes
Contributors: | Apsley, loaf, Liam Hanigan, Ethetran, Dassn't Say. |
Poem finished: | 4th November 2003 by Anon.. |