Whole milk was good than it became two percent
than skim milk next, forget it being fat I was meant
Milk at breakfast and always for school lunch
milk at suppertime and at a restaurants brunch
Milk with cereal the easy breakfast meal
Chocolate milkshakes were such a big deal
First in cartons than a gallon plastic jug
Milk was one thing you never had enough of
Drink so much milk in my childhood youth
but now is an old adult milk is poo poof
Lactose intolerant or just tired of milk
vitamin D take a supplement for health
Don't eat cereal and milk seems quick to sour
for some reason milk lost its mystic power
Milk upsets my stomach and makes me go
got to take tablets and drink Pepto Bismol
Don't use milk much unless for a recipe
drinking milk now just doesn't appeal to me
Still like cheese and great ice cream
yogurt seems healthy real butter keen
So I guess I enjoy milk just in other forms
maybe milk is really for babies and newborns.
Still flows like silky smooth ribbon,
So I see it is not yet rotten.
As a young child my mind goes back to Tom,
a pure dark gray old tom cat.
We went visiting in the town next door,
when Tom took up with me.
The neighbors said,
they had never seen him before.
We took him home,
giving him a bath then food and milk.
I dressed him up in my doll clothes,
then gave him a baby bottle of cold milk.
Tom was my real baby doll disguised as a cat,
and he loved it.
We both had many wonderful hours of fun,
as Tom got extra rubs with cold milk.
I have finally realized
that magic no longer works in this world.
No, neither truth nor prayer
tolls the bell for me.
I possess nothing but dreams.
My mother gave me
a great loaf of bread,
but I could not pass the milk
in return.
Ah, my empty heart!
Oh, my bitter pain!
The world drifts away like this,
and my magic fades away with it.
Come, O Dawn!
Come, O pitch-black darkness!
For I shall quietly send away
this nameless self of mine.
Oh, my bitter pain!
Ah, my empty heart!
The world
no longer
tolls the bell for me.
Little puss puss
on my knee
surveys the world
in window light.
She dreams of mice
glad rainbow birds
fragrant feasts
with milk to lap.
Her gracious love
forms a womb
where I bask
to cushion cares.
The silent meows
and paddy paws
loose tangleweed
of man speak.
"If
It ain't
Broken, don't
Fix it", and yet
I'd been nothing but
A toy, a doll to dress.
It was so easy as kids
To make up scenarios that
Would magically fix our broken hopes;
Back then, we were allowed to cry freely.
"There's no use crying over spilt milk -"
I get it now, so stop talking;
At the window where I hoped
That I'd fly if I jumped,
My tears had dried up
And soured like
Some useless
Dried-up
Drink.
R-ich cream, served in a shallow crystal bowl
A- delicious taste for the fervent soul
S-oft, spongy, soaked in sweetened milk quite cold
M-eant for special occasions and for all
A-lmonds strewn thin and spread like winter rain
L-ight cardamom that pleases on the tongue
A-ll stress and strains fade to ease body`s pain
I-ts every bite is like a soothing song.
They must be plain not flavor
for my Sassy girl to favor
Medium size will do
and she wants to eat two
Milk Bones, Milk Bones, an old dog treat
favorite snack for Sassy to eat.
She likes to chew them with a crunch
tail wagging yummies to munch
And if she can she will
from Cosmo his she steals
But Cozzie will snap at her
and make her run and cry
I have to calm her down
a hug and milk bone erases her frown.
Now Cozziemoboy don't be crude
you steal from Sassy her food
So let her have a milk bone or two
for all you stolen least you can do
Cosmo a bit of a pig
for a dog he is really big
Sassy now seems so small
next to Cosmo he stands so tall.
Sassy is a funny girl
though older she is my baby
She tries to stare me down for a treat
No more milk bones girl, well maybe
Those big sad eyes win every time
Cosmo understands and begins to whine
Treat for her and treat for him
the happy tail wagging never ends.
I spilt some milk on my chocolate
Milk on my Chocolate
I Spilt some milk on my chocolate
Milk on my chocolate
I spilt some milk on my chocolate
Milk on my Chocolate
To make a limerick oatcake
Five spoonful of wheat flour it`ll take,
The first, second and fifth spoons of 7-10 syllables must chime
With a rhyme that flows smoothly through all times.
The third and the fourth spoons of 5-7 syllables are bound,
To hold to the same sweet final sound
To each other with the same air,
Though quite shorter they surely are.
Then one adds a cup of powdered milk grand,
One cup of rolled oat of a noble brand,
Half a cup of sugar one must weave,
With a pinch of salt as joke that readers shall believe.
Let `s not omit drops of vanilla, a spoonful of baking powder,
And half a cup of butter before bringing to a knead proper
By adding a cup of liquid milk, a little at a time,
Leaving the knead for a while to shine.
The knead is checked for correctness,
Rolled in little balls, flattened with sharpness,
Then placed on a preheated buttered pan
And set in the oven, eight minutes each side, to turn grand.
The notion of performance
Isn't the trait of nature
The notion of performance
Doesn't belong to nature
What differs machine and science
We will find out with no razor
The notion of performance
Isn't the trait of nature
Logic and sense reforming
We do understand the danger
The sharp edge with minimal factors
Encompass does not complexities
Black or the white your judgement
Versus makes truth your unethical
What for do I need your zeroes
What for do I need the ones
Computer and I play Osiris
Repair your imbecile stance
Is their job MY computer
Shall we to cook the cook
Removing associations
Will we be using spook
Bark my friend with tail at cars
They don't care about us
Veterinary cloud choose you
Or adopt the pet
Drink water from the bottle
I will produce the set
Milk fat
...
"Mum?"
"Yes sweetie?"
"Where'd dad go?"
"THAT FAT DRUNKEN SLUM OF A SH-TFACED BEING LEFT FOR THE F-CKING MILKKK!!!!!"
"Damn."
Contest : Write a Beautiful Verse
Sponsor : Constance La France
Third Placing : Standard Contest : Jan 26
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“Without the Female Human Form, life as we know it, would fold & our entire Cosmos would be the lesser. Whatever it looks like to egoic vision, it encodes powerful human birthing energies, therefore is the most Beautiful Creation.” : Poet
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Sacrosanct female form, undulating curves receptive
from soles, toes to nine openings imbibe Gaia's yields
crown maned entice Sky gifts, gaining sons, daughters, fields
arms, buxom or slender circle efforts, keeps us from harm
plump-honeyed baps drip milk feeding mouths sucking charmed
bellies endearingly blood-nurture life's births
caboose ebony or ivory mirrors omni Earth
phalanges stroke or wrinkled contained, nuances claim
spine serpentine homes mutating blue violet flame
coral lips mirthfully melt flesh intoxicate fruity
its purpose inspiring cameo nurturing, a duty
Female Form, embodies Now Power Beauty !
Gingerbread cookies baked just right.
Tall cold glass of milk to complement.
What a great afternoon treat!
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
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great on cereal
oreo ready
jack pepper cheeses
soft serve vanilla
chocolate pudding
great in coffee
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vitamin D
cold ice cream
dairy queen
feta cheese
creamy
healthy
milk
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