Sneaky Cedric in the hallway, wine glass in his hand,
Plastered to his Mama’s doorway like a wave upon the sand,
Mama had the milkman captive, working on her snowy udders,
Sneaky Cedric heard quite clearly, gave him quite the nasty shudders.
When the milkman left at six, Cedric made his move,
“Mama dear, I sadly fear, a boon I must behove,
Treat me like you treat the milkman, pull upon my teat,
Rough me, tough me and rebuff me, head down to my feet”.
Mama did what he requested, made him reach the stars,
Left him gasping, rasping, grasping, down amongst her jars.
“Mama, Mama, what just hit me, was it all a dream?”
“Oh no, Cedric, like the milkman, you delivered cream”.