What A Milkshake!

Under the clear sky where moon was shining so bright my wife offered me a milkshake and my thoughts got delight now there sat a poet in me with a grin Sippin' on a milkshake from within and this milkshake succeeded in instilling some cleverness, for it contained herbal mixed thoughts all mashed together and with every sip a swirl of widened the word appeared, a taste of brilliance under the moonbeams so absurd. A poet in me took a curious sip and felt the madness did wife tricked me with milkshake or the moonbeams? I felt like a dancing on the waves of thoughts with milkshake trove first came a thought of fluffy bunnies, hoppin' around with cottoned tummies. Then a thought of flying cats, zoomin' through the skies, just like bats next, a thought of polka dots, decorating cows in fancy clots followed by a thought of rubber ducks, wearing suits and trading stocks. Oh, how this milkshake teased the mind, with giggly thoughts, so hard to find. A poet in me laughed and the pen in hand wrote a poem, oh so grand. for each sip brought forth a verse, an absurdity, a poet's curse. but it was the laughter, the joy it brought, that made this milkshake worth the thought. Now don't start blaming me for all this rubbish, just grab the milkshake in your hand and take a sip and let your thoughts mix and twirl with glee, and read this poem again to realise the humor all set free.