Feb 4, 2013

Remembering Mia- Milk Review

I don't know why I'm posting this.  Someone emailed it to me and it was entertaining to read.  It is a review on a gallon of Milk on Amazon.  I am charmed by Edgar's description.  Poetry is an art form, of which I am not privy too.  I sure enjoy it, and might take a stab someday, but was entertained so I must share.

My favorite thing about this review is that it was written on my girl's birthday.  Her actual birth birth day.  I miss her so much.  Oh if I could go back to that day knowing what I know now... I just want to hold her every single day for hours.  I want to snuggle and her and hear her little voice talking to me.  The day she was born was such a glorious day.  I never wrote much about her birth (John did) but when I read this review and saw the date it felt like my girl was saying hi to me.  Mia was also a big fan of Milk... big big fan.  So I guess even though it is a  little bizarre that I am posting this review about Milk, it was her favorite drink.  This brought a smile to my face- I feel the need to end all of my posts with "merely this and nothing more."  :-) Tuscan Milk review:  

Original post HERE

Most Helpful Customer Reviews
10,684 of 10,855 people found the following review helpful
5.0 out of 5 stars Make this your only stock and store July 8, 2008
By Edgar
Once upon a mid-day sunny, while I savored Nuts 'N Honey,
With my Tuscan Whole Milk, 1 gal, 128 fl. oz., I swore
As I went on with my lapping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at the icebox door.
'Bad condensor, that,' I muttered, 'vibrating the icebox door -
Only this, and nothing more.'

Not to sound like a complainer, but, in an inept half-gainer,
I provoked my bowl to tip and spill its contents on the floor.
Stupefied, I came to muddle over that increasing puddle,
Burgeoning deluge of that which I at present do adore -
Snowy Tuscan wholesomeness exclusively produced offshore -
Purg'ed here for evermore.

And the pool so white and silky, filled me with a sense of milky
Ardor of the type fantastic of a loss not known before,
So that now, to still the throbbing of my heart, while gently sobbing,
I retreated, heading straightway for the tempting icebox door -
Heedless of that pitter-patter tapping at the icebox door -
I resolved to have some more.

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
'This,' said I, 'requires an extra dram of milk, my favorite pour.'
To the icebox I aspired, motivated to admire
How its avocado pigment complemented my decor.
Then I grasped its woodgrain handle - here I opened wide the door; -
Darkness there, and nothing more.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams of Tuscans I had known before
But the light inside was broken, and the darkness gave no token,
And the only words there spoken were my whispered words, 'No more!'
Coke and beer, some ketchup I set eyes on, and an apple core -
Merely this and nothing more.

Back toward the table turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
'Surely,' said I, 'surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore -
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; -
'Tis the wind and nothing more!'

From the window came a stirring, then, with an incessant purring,
Inside stepped a kitten; mannerlessly did she me ignore.
Not the least obeisance made she; not a minute stopped or stayed she;
But, with mien of lord or lady, withdrew to my dining floor -
Pounced upon the pool of Tuscan spreading o'er my dining floor -
Licked, and lapped, and supped some more.

Then this tiny cat beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grand enthusiasm of the countenance she wore,
Toward the mess she showed no pity, 'til I said, 'Well, hello, kitty!'
Sought she me with pretty eyes that seemed to open some rapport.
So I pleaded, 'Tell me, tell me what it is that you implore!'
Quoth the kitten, 'Get some more.'

Was this review helpful to you?