Got Milk?

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Title: 'Got milk?'
Said the angry swan to the tiny kitten,
'You have it too easy.
You just lay cute and curled on shaggy carpets,
While girls cuddle you,
And those who are single and sad,
Mother you with cream and love'.
'All day, I hold my beak up in fluid grace,
Prim and proper as the maidens from the Golden Age,
I keep this up to no avail,
As my cervical hurts, C1 through C22,
Alone, aloof, but proud,
I dive into the sludge to hastily feed,
On mushy algae, when no one sees.
But...
But no one sees'


Said the tiny kitten,
'Vulnerable is the new cool.
Let them think you want them,
Make them feel they want you!
A little trade secret...
Desperation shows.


As they traded words and wisdom across the smooth Bristol page,
'Oh, oh', said Tony.
'This page is smudged with ink from a fountain pen,
Hmm...
I do have better-looking kittens and swans in my book'.
He tore the page. Crumpled. Let it go.
Noses now nudged closer,
They floated down,
A wrinkled piece of paper
To the dusty floor.