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.
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Author:
Lewis O’Carroll (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: A playful little fantasy about confidence, color, and charm—told through a parade of talking milkshakes. It’s meant to be fun, imaginative, and a reminder to stay bold in your own swirl.
- Category: Fantasy
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Comments3
Well written... and reminds me that it has been far too long since I've had a milkshake!
hehe, yeah, it's been a while for me too, id buy u one if u were here lol! Have a great day!
A fun and cute, playful poem that would please any child and that child within the rest of us. Good job
hahahaaaa! yeah, i be doing the milkshake dance sometimes myself!
Love milkshakes and malts
And why not? Good one.
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