You cleaned your car It had been weeks Seems that you found The source of the stink Gallon of milk Flew from the bag Slid out of sight Now it's gone bad Now it's my turn Tip the whole can to show dominance I pull my prize from the laceration in the bag Simply Devine I see the chunks jiggle and shake from inside I've never seen such a thing I grab the jug By its handle and then I stand it upright The things about to burst Curdled and warm The taste of milk that's thickened Chunky and bold Is all crave on my tongue Curdled and warm The milk has gone off But I cannot complain In the dumpster That's where I'll be If you come near Surely I'll flee Bloated, Swollen Leaking some gas I twist the cap, and in a flash It erupts Raining thick curds All on my fur My favorite thing Licking it clean Licking it all off me