Hey, hey Mr Milkman.
I am sorry but I could not resist.
There is no need for anyone to tell me I am hijacking a thread, because this, my friends, is to honour milk and his spectacular specimen.
Roll it...
Milk, milk,
you are like Pam Ayres,
with your poetic gold
that you like to share
He grew a big bush
in his mom-in-laws closet,
blueberry? cheese? kush?
err, what was it?
Northern Lights from Royal Queen Seeds,
that mofo bush
will take care of his needs
With his mail order lights
and his magic beans
he grew a big plant
the plant of my dreams
Hope that your smokin'
the fruits of your toil
he nurtured his girl
from day 1 in the soil
Now she's drying
milk's got the munchies
he's frying
But who will do the washing up?