Ode to Spilt Milk (Eulogy)

Oh. Oh. Oh.
My Mil-il-ilk.

Bright white like shining star.
An elbow on the table and now you’re so far.
Ohhhhhhh milk, we will miss you.
We let the floor wet kiss you.
So sad, my baaaaaaaaaaaaaaad.

Oh. Oh. Oh.
My Mil-il-ilk.

Your fall make the Lactose Intolerant laugh
But we all know they are daft.



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