:date: 2019-01-14 :save_as: poems/milkme.html =============== Milk Me Daddy =============== .. role:: raw-html(raw) :format: html :raw-html:`©` 1990 Barry A. Warsaw | Oh daddy with your fingers pink | From whose udders do you drink? | Thy milk offends with putrid stink | I'll vomit now, lactose I think | | If I could dream, I'd be a cow | Not horse, or mule, or barnyard sow | The cud I'd chew would drip and how! | So milk me daddy, milk me now! | | My bovine nature knows no bounds | I'd naught awake at midnight sounds | Of teens approaching o'er the grounds | To tip with glee, then screech like clowns | | And so I stare into this glass | Of sweaty juice, I gulp so fast | Each drop I lick, down to the last | The vertigo I know will pass | | My mother smiles and pats my head | She's proud of me, so she has said | My pop just now gets out of bed | His eyes quite comatose and red | | He'll empathize my milky fate | Whilest sopping gravy from his plate | And as the hour is getting late | His belly taut with all he ate | | He isn't often quite so chatty | His arteries clogged with meat so fatty | With burps that launch soup, thick and splatty | Oh how I wish you'd milk me daddy