Best Spilt Milk Poems
The little boy in blue, with shirt of silk
Caused Mary Tuppet to spill her milk
When the cat came in to take a drink
There was a rat stuck in the sink
So the cat ate the rat that was stuck in the sink
When it came to drink the milk that was spilt
In the house the little pigs built
Mrs Hubbard dog chased the cat that ate the rat
That was stuck in the sink when the cat came to drink
the milk that was spilt in the house the little pigs built
Then the big bad wolf bit the dog that chased the cat
that ate the rat that was stuck in the sink when the cat came to drink
the milk that Mary Tuppet spilt in the house the little pigs built
Then a big brown bear chased the big bad wolf that bit the dog that chased
the cat that ate the rat that was stuck in the sink when the cat came to drink
the milk that Mary Tuppet spilt in the house that the little pigs built
I will let my problems freely expand never complain over things that cannot be answered to an compliant thats so ignorant to its availability when the reason is so irrelevant to my results of human nature but can be explain in admiration and evaporated and cleaned up by my postive analyst standpoint that I will overcome promissory to my vision thats half blurred in which I may not see nor people that may notice me to a complete way of there simply with a positive connection that relies in me all me in all variations in which version me only but try to conduct myself properly instead of clumsy balanced in how to withholding weight or leverage to keep me leveled and never fall too deep in a milk mishap and try to caution from slipping into an major accident until everything comes to clear to clear eyes viewed when everyone can see the accident b4 it happens and occur for them to see in a rush b4 everything comes clear from evaporated of spilt milk accident of problems that may affect me so seriously to an creed of a compliant of no clarity support just an non exist problem that well overcomed so lively.
Scene beneath is utterly true
Veracious (ridiculous) account
Told by me from baby eye view,
- Utterances she was without
Eighth day in the cold bright realm, hungry again
Feeds feature foremost!
Bundled snug in my Grandma's rhythmic arms,
grizzling kept at bay
Lovely Mummy eagerly took chance to shower
Unconcerned by her absence
Have fresh bottle of expressed breast milk
" Hungry, darling Possum?"
Grandma coos, getting comfy on the lounge
Gaze eyed, flared nostril enticed, elastic lips pursed
I'm ravenous! Now!
Lain awkwardly on Gran's lap, while she softly curses
" ..... Get this lid off, if, how ... "
Sprawled hands clasp my face - what's causing delay?
- I'll chat when I'm twice the size!
Tedious minutes of empty tummy lid wrestling pass us
Hollers supersede grunts
Jiggling knees threaten to chasm as she concentrates
Splashed suddenly, a solitary drop of nourishment
dissolves in my wailing throat
Blinked away white curtain showcases Gran's stun
Milk quickly cools on my back
Hesitant yelled confessions to shampoo lather Mama
cause more curses, taps off
Towel wrapped, she dresses red faced me in dry clothes
Grumbles over Gran's innacuracy
Guaged bottle lid's removal happens best when tipped up!
- You don't need to teats me how to drink!!
Word Count is 200
26th July 2020
Written for Contest: 'Craziest Time'
Sponsor: Caren Krutsinger
Amongst the finest silk.
Beginning to spill is the milk.
Caressing the very fabric.
Disgracing the very cosmic.
Enjoying the destruction.
Fraying the very eruption.
Grave driven is the rage.
Harboring the scent of sage.
Indignant excuse.
Jester the abuse.
Killing the very soul.
Losing all of your control.
Milk runs and brands.
Open container saves the other strands.
Purpose unknown.
Questing the very moan.
Rendering the very cloth.
Sending the sloth.
Tending to the mess.
Usually they like to make it less.
Venders selling gothic souvenirs.
Wading to the very fears.
Xerox everything in sight
Yours to destroy and fight
Zeroing in on the very game of playing the average.
Oh baby when the milk spills on the floor
Pours out its contents without warning
The carton bounce makes mommy scream
Daddy thinks it’s funny but daddy is wrong
Baby must die in his sleep tonight just because
Isn’t it a lovely day today with the birds chirping
Sun beaming on the perfectly calm afternoon
Mommies eyes fill up with real tears of diamonds
They become saucer size when worlds collide
And in her lily white mind thoughts turn south
As she screams and the guns come out
Daddy knows how to fix everything with a smile
Milk is serious business you know
Order must be kept in the perfect home
Mommy looks funny with her head spinning around
And what is that green stuff spewing from her mouth
She says, “Go to sleep my little one”
Sometimes mommies get tired too
No one will hurt the baby or leave evidence around
That would be stupid and dumb
Not a drop of blood or milk will be found
We keep a perfect house nice and clean
Isn’t that right my little honey pie thing?
No use crying over spilled milk- we need to stay positive and not be sour
With over forty
years apart
let’s pretend
it’s just a day
That time we’ve lost
and what it cost
to ignore
and look away
We can’t tunnel
through the heartache
but a bridge over
can be built
To put behind
those days unrhymed
with tomorrow
— yet unfelt
(Dreamsleep: June, 2025)