Milking It:

Whenever I need a muse,
I just sit in nature's lap,
And write whatever comes to me,
And hope it's not full of crap.

So far so fine I think,
As I take another drink,
From the bosom of nature's breast,
Watch me suck harder than the rest.

Sometimes I need my milk to fall,
From the skies highest of all,
As it lands all over my face,
My tongue thrashing to keep up the pace.

Never filling my tummy below,
For it never has that far to go,
If you know what I mean by now,
Then find your own damn cow!
                 /|\

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