The Milkshake Meeting

A milkshake knocked upon my door

And said, “Come out and play!”

Behind him stood a dozen more

All swirling in display.

They boogied on the tabletop,

They wiggled on the floor—

A frothy, fizzy festival

Of shakes galore.

They sang, “Be bold, be bright, be sweet!

Be brave in how you move!”

And every creamy, dreamy shake

Had something wise to prove.

So now when life feels wobbly,

Or my confidence might break— I

hear the tiny chorus

Of those fearless milkshakes.