Best Milkshake Poems

Smooth and creamy
Oh, so dreamy
sugar sweet what a wonderful treat

chocolate, vanilla, strawberry so moist
what an endless choice
small, medium or large with a spoon or a straw

Add nuts or candy
or even a little brandy
syrup, whip cream I feel like a queen

No crown on top
but a cherry...

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A fine meal we had this evening
Somehow though it was not fufiling
My mind keeps slipping over to the Dairy Queen
Holding a frozen chocolate milkshake taste sensation

Sensual and creamy with a sweet decadence
Offered in four flavors for the exotic pallet's satisfaction
The calories hold me in pause,...

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sheep run

at the sound of an earthquake

i finish my milkshake...

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I am an extraordinary dairy man,
I really give that milk a shake,
I whir it on my mixer,
I think you should partake.

I have such scrumptious flavours,
I'll put a dob of ice-cream in,
Your taste buds will go ballistic,
Just as soon as you begin.

There you go, drink it...

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A malted made without the malt
You may think a mistake,
But take a sip - it still tastes great
Though now it's called a shake.

A real one, though, comes with a tin
Directly from the shaker,
A second glass-worth sitting there,
A present from the maker.

You slurp it down, so...

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I made him a milkshake for breakfast
he slurped it up
wiped his mouth
left the glass and green straw on the table

I glanced at it all day long
not wanting to put it away again
until I had his laughter
to replace it...

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It used to be served, a long time ago,
In a big metallic cup,
With soda glasses into which
You’d pour and drink it up.

Today, though, just one plastic glass
Was placed in front of me,
But it was tall and filled way up,
As fresh as it could be.

A cold...

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I fell into my morning bed
the tears turned my sheets blue
the bed couldn’t stand the quake
my sister made a quick streak
for my mom…she was the balm

i hurt all over…it was over
had it even started?
infatuation indistinguishable 
from real love…I didn’t know yet

the midnight shift
sifting the hours,...

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