Chocolate Milk

April 9, 2016

Everyday I wake up needing a drink

And go downstairs to see what I can build.

I look in the cabinet and in the sink

To find the cup for my favorite type of milk.

First is the chocolate, I spoon in until

Step two: the 1%, I pour until it's enough.

To me, the goodness always tastes like silk.

I fill my Moo Mixer with the mixture, to stir up.

I press the button to find it is stuck

Or maybe short circuited because of water.

Tears start to form, but I have one more cup.

Same great taste, but the process is harder.

I guess just one glass a day will suffice,

Or two, oh yes chocolate milk gives me life.

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