On Tap 20 Sunday Sep 2015 Posted by Caro Field in poetry ≈ Leave a comment We like our milk warm, And we like it on tap, As it comes, straight out of the teat. In its most natural, purest form, As a morning snack or nightcap It makes us feel quite replete. © Caro Ness 2015 Share this: Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Like Loading...