Sour Milk
I open the milk to pour some in a tumbler
Only to find it has turned so sour
I scrunch up my nose in decided dishumour
Finding the vile taste like an unwanted tumour
I look at the white liquid as I pour it down the drain
I find no words to show the exaggerated pain
Sour milk
Copyright © Fathima Dawood | Year Posted 2008
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