From Colin the cow to bottle, what a ride,
A pint of milk on the chilly aisle side
Perched on the shelf, feeling quite grand
Until I see Mrs Brown's gloved right hand.
Into the trolley, jostled and bounced
Next to some smelly cheese I flounced
Home now in the fridge to relax and chill
Dreaming of cereal, oh what a thrill!
Out for coffee, a latte in sight
Mixed with espresso, feeling just right
But wait, Lordy, Lordy what a fate
Why must I always have this expiration date?
Left too long, a moment so grim,
Now I’m chunky, my life pitifully slim
But fret not, for in my sad demise
I’ll be composted, and say hi to the flies
So here’s to milk, in all its stages
A journey, worthy of these Fanstory pages.
From Colin the cow to your morning fast
Go on, have a cuppa whilst I last
