It's not just milk

'Breakfast, in bed'

He said

How sweet, he looked -

Though he nearly slopped

My eye did spot

Just, one, drop - on the sheet

That's all it took

And his face - to ruin the surprise

Fir it was not ...

I smelt it when he left the room

That spot

I did my best to enjoy my food,

Despite the fact, that I could

Feel its eye, following,

Mocking, questioning, dot, who am I?

What do you see?

My man brings tea

I didn't get mad, at him, at them

For I had no proof ...

But my bowl of bran, so bland,

In my hand

Who told me it was far from overflowing,

AND

Then I knew - with certainty

The milks white innocence,

Was suspicious

And his face, the food, that spot, that thing

Undoubtedly, did, belong to him

When he came to bed

I drew in air

Pointed my finger ...

Did you?

Yeah ...

When?

Before you woke

About me?

Yes

So,

It's not just milk, is it?

No