Bottled glass that sat outside your door
I wouldn’t have made it, passed out on the floor
Then I remember the twin cartons with finger grips
and the small chocolate ones meant for little lips
Now it’s a plastic jug that cost just too much
this is where I tell you of my insatiable crutch
Most times it sits upon the shelf with no door
lifted to your cart and placed on its metal floor
Paid for and delivered to your hot, miserable car
and travels to God knows how incredibly far
All the while it just kills me a piece at a time
I seriously think I would make this a crime
Until you reach your destination
let it not be more procrastination
Get it to the kitchen and quick in the fridge
before I panic and head for death’s bridge
Whatever you do then, you must know
if you leave the milk out, a fit I’ll throw!
Author notes
Prompt: Pet Peeves
A contest entry
- VENT WITH POETRY ~ PET PEEVES by PoesyPeruser.
800 points, ended September 28, 2008, 4 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
I can't stand the milk to sweat!
Comments
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CONGRATULATIONS!
I am glad you entered my contest. Thank you for sharing in such fine poetic form!
Poesy -
LOL, me either. Thank you for entering.
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bravo!!!
tis a rare this in my hut...I drink it so fast you stand in my way ...you might get cut!! -
Very nice. the milk will go bad in hot weather, then its sour milk.
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