Best Dairy Poems
A curvaceous lady named Mary
Just loved having sex in the dairy
When smothered with whipped cream
Her beau would lick her clean…
His Calorie intake was scary!!!
14th June 2016
This world presents some eye delights
That are wonderful to see.
But not one of these wondrous sights,
I'd ever want to be.
Today I saw a purple cow,
Reclining in a lawn chair.
But I can tell you, anyhow,
I wish that you had been there.
We emigrated from England to Rhodesia, I was just
Seven when I began grade two,
My wonderful father always there if I wanted a
Cuddle or a good old boo-hoo,
My English still rocky as I was mostly
Greek speaking,
When I came home with a story of strange
And mistakable reading,
O daddy I uncountably sobbed, I just
Don’t understand,
Why at school today in my class all the
Children just laughed,
My teacher asked, who will tell me what
We have learnt today,
I put up my hand, Mrs Bell, I said proudly, we learnt
About a dairy, and a mouse called Molay
My father laughed, tousled my hair,
My dear cheeky dolly,
Your mouse is Molly and your dairy is a diary
No, i said still tears streaming down,
My face, it was about Molay and a dairy,
Fair enough my Greek- English young lady,
Let us write in your diary about Molay and the dairy.
A TRUE STORY WHICH I NEVER LIVED DOWN
Ice Milk flavor to cool your tongue.
It's crisp ice crackling the surface.
A crown of fluid come splashing on down
makes a wonderful liquid resurface.
With it's sweet milk flavor to suckle you up.
just to nurture it's comfort of drool.
What a wonderful cone just to fill it on up,
and handle to keep it all cool.
They filled me full of milk so white
Semi-skinned,fat free and light
The supermarket's, a place real cool
Full cream,my cousin, made folks drool
In and out of the fridge each day
Then,crushed in a recycle box,I lay
To the waste tip that week I went
Off to the plastic factory I soon was sent
Instead of rotting in brown earth
In a green revolution,I have rebirth
They filled me full of milk so white........
Our decimation is no news no more,
And brothers swam the sands of the desert
For our heads - as tears became thicker than blood;
Hell has found its place amongst us.
The morning and night are against us.
They conspire with the bulb of the earth
To hunt us down while our shadow freely flee from us
In fear as we roam like potential corpses.
Yesterday, they came in hundreds in monstrous motors,
Squirting death's seeds at sighted souls - thereby planting
Murder on our lands; they performed ablution with our blood,
Took our daughters and drown our abode with streams of fire
In the gleeful watch of our protector above.
For how long will our peace be sodomized?
For how long will our death cease to appease you?
Are we cursed by you, or are you jealous
And threatened by our existence?
Who exhumed the peaceful hell?
Despaired hearts asked from paradise's hell,
Gnashing their teeth towards absconded fate.
I recall the serious-play of Russian roulette
Thrown at me in the theater of death,
Each rounds went off breaking my frozen blink.
My faith denied fate its fetish grin that day,
But my brothers calmly lost their heads
In silent supplication at terror's swag.
Today, I speak to you from a prisoner's lot;
Just before this bloody ground swallows me
In a mass grave interred amongst victims of brotherhood,
Know that i have painstakingly tried
To sieve water from fire
So as to extinguish hell for my children.
Depressed
I dropped my ice cream cone
On a birdy's nest
I am destroyed
My ice cream's compressed
You ask her she said, giving me a bit of a poke.
I don’t even know her name I said to this brazen folk.
She might not even know the stranger said to me.
She is not red Angus, I said, I think she might be dairy.
The cow was lounging on a bench painted Iowa barn red.
She gave me a look that I could not decipher in my head.
A huge yawn came out of her mouth, and she flicked away a bee.
You are right, she said, I am bovine, a cow, female and truly dairy.
Thirty years of my life have flown pass
I am in danger of being typecast
Working 9 – 5 everyday
For nothing but minimum pay
It’s at this time I decided to change
Find a way to exchange
My mundane life that I have lived
Into something I myself have derived
Back to university for me
To study a degree
A degree in what is yet to be seen
I just need to decide whilst I’m still green
I am proud to call myself an opsimath
Its taken me years to find my path
Now, that I am on the right track
There is no turning back
I’m the oldest in my class by far
But please don’t label me and put me in a jar
Please don’t discard me like a used tissue
At the end of the day I’m the same as you
Fingers crossed this will be a new start
A new page on my flip chart
Three years in university here we go!
hopefully, I will update you again in a year or so....
Dairy Cows
Went to a dairy;
Same cows and did not vary;
Best milk did carry.
Jim Horn
Astonishing!
Brie cheese develops
Each fungus.
Giving Humor in
Just knowing
Lactose might never
Openly penetrate,
Quickly.
Respectfully,
Some tummies
Underwent very
Weary x-rays,
Yesterday,
Zealously.
You caress me
Sweetly.
Your fingers cool
On my throat.
How I long
To escape into
Your smooth embrace.
You're like
A pearl.
Precious.
Light and flawless.
My mind
Is lingering
On your memory.
Your touch,
Soft and rich.
Just the two of us,
No one else in the world.
And it seems...
No one can love me
the way you do.
I should
Probably
Stop drinking
The half-and-half.
I have a pink glittery dairy
It is there when I sleep it is there when
I dream and sometimes it is there when I scream
I write what i do everyday in it
I write everything from going out or staying home in Quarantine
I write in it everyday so if you want to ask me about my day you can just peak and seek
Would you care to open up your dairy:
the secret thoughts written,
but never said
Do you care to reveal to the world,
the scarlet written words
that recorded the pain
as your heart bled
Would you like everyone to know
of your unspoken desires
Feelings of sunshine and rain
Would it bother you if they knew
why the skeletons in your closet
rattle around so
Would your dairy's final entry
unveil the smoking truth as to why
all those cancerous pent-up emotions,
you could never let them go
Nigerians aren't happy people...But we enjoy everyday
Not because it's easy but Our fate is accepted
Yet, we grow to change that...
Value added ensues, but our tax been looted
Corruption tall and sleek causing greed deeply rooted In our minds..,
we watch on and of course learn from our present leaders .
Mentor them subconsciously
More As we often sing to our parents 'we are the leaders of tomorrow '
Yet tomorrow comes, we still watching these present leaders subconsciously -concious
How clumsy that sounds and is....
As I write tis today
Tomorrow is never promised but growth is
We work towards growing in love
Cos love brings Wisdom to see, know
and to come to 'Change as a sane Nation
We are sane yet we lack sanity
Tomorrow is never promised but growth is...