I went to Dunkin Donuts

to order some breakfast.

I was about to leave when she

yelled, choco milk!

a thirst grew in my throat,

but already it was too late

all throughout the day I dreamed

of gleaming brown delight

until at Kordian’s Market, my mommy said to me:

you want a choco milk? go get one, but you pay me.

so now I sit here writing,

drinking choco milk,

and knowing that this poem doesn’t flow

like my yummy choco milk