Milk

by Eleanor Smith
(UK)

Drinking milk killed uncle Harry
He'd drunk it all his life
It took him from his seven kids
And widowed his poor wife

Always rushing. In a hurry
Never time to waste
Nice fresh milk to quench a thirst
He drank it down in haste

The silly fool would still be here
If only he had waited
Cos' Daisy rolled onto her side
And Harry suffocated!