Milk listened to the serenade of Chocolate syrup. A sweet sonnet like a wandering chirrup. She heard him say they were meant to be together. So she gave herself to him like a falling saddle stirrup. Later at night her husband came home. He stopped in his tracks and at his mouth was foam. 'What the holy hell!?' he screamed. For she was suddenly chocolate, no match to his strawberry cream.


3 thoughts on “Mixer

  1. Bonus panel – his tears are chocolate, and turns the milk puddle into chocolate milk.

  2. Don’t laugh over spilled milk.

    Huh. Turns out “spilt” isn’t really a word.

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