A poem on milk

Milk. It's drunk. I'm not. You are. Seriously? Milk. It's cool. It's white. I'm not. Well, maybe the second part. Milk. With honey it's good for your skin. With people it's good around kin. With sugar it's an unfrozen milkshake. With chocolate, it's chocolate. Milk. It's what's for dinner--right after beef, but before celery. Milk. It's milk. Thank you. Thank you very much.