Tuesday, 20 July 2010

Milk Poem, the silly

The milk of human kindness
Comes in many different forms:
like not teasing colour blindness
with strange chromatic storms,
or playing on your bagpipes
outside the boarders' dorms,
or other such impertinences -
for which, refer to common senses.
The milk of human kindness,
Like other dairy things,
Comes curdled, cooled, homogenised,
Whipped and drizzled on fruit pies.
The wise will know the wheys and whys
The lactic roundabouts and swings.
The milk of human kindness
Is the very sort of treat
To please the sort of person
Who likes a kindly teat,
The very sort of person
Who digs the sweetest dugs,
Prefers a nipply sympathy
To flowers, words or hugs.

3 comments:

Mitzi G Burger said...

Such ilks of kind humanity
are gentle forms of sanity
than treat each other's
woes and whims
as more than mere inanity.

Alexis, Baron von Harlot said...

Thank you for your amity,
which soothes in the calamity
of fraught blog posts
and better is
than lots and lots of spamity.

TimT said...

Your lactic tactic took the hattrick,
But my stipulation:
To be so breezy, light and easy, poesy
Must have some nipulation.