:date: 2019-01-14
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Milk Me Daddy
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: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
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| 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!
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| 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
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| 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
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| 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
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| 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
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| 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