Milkshake
Milkshake, O milkshake; so thick and creamy. I take a sip, you are so dreamy. Should I use a spoon or a fry? If you spilled I would surely cry. If I drank too many of you, I would have a heart attack and die. Milkshake, O milkshake I can’t live without you. You are my source of life, O it’s true.
This poem is about:
Me
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Hrothgint
4 years ago
Beautiful. I truly am torn between the narrator's choice: the fry or the spoon.
The passion that the milkshake brings, the contrast between death from drinking and
death wihout drinking brings me to tears.
Bravo.
Hrothgint
4 years ago
It made me comment twice I am mad but not as mad as you are madly in love
with milkshakes. I also am madly in love with milkshakes