The sign out side still reads. <br />'Free' milkings to the first one hundred. <br />Lured in by thier own blind lust, <br />all are full, thick and heavy. <br />Willing as. <br />Each is checked. <br />Weighed And readied. <br />by 'More' than simple nurses. <br />With pretty pink wings. <br />The line is soon gone. <br />Hooked up to long clear hoses. <br />Secured by the pros now Imobile. <br />Hose too hose. <br />Leading under ground too the 'Queen'. <br />There are no back doors to this palace.<br /><br />Is It Poetry<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-milking-table/
