They've been drinking our milk to phase puberty and still... Then they take the liberty to phrase, "don't cry over spilled milk" while they're busy milking you, often to the marrow and just to hit that last nail in the coffin narrow They sell you Clover just to seal the game over!
No offense to all the dairy lovers out there... I'm addicted to Milk myself, but mmm... doesn't mean you can't keep an open mind?
"this poem is actually one big PUN, I managed to squeeze giggles while writing, so yah...! "