Warm Milk for Little Miss

Little Miss, I apologize greatly.

I gave you cold milk and now you hate me.

Your little pink cup was filled to the top

You took one sip and abruptly stopped.

You looked at me with those pretty brown eyes

To say "Warm it up, or you shall die!"

I quickly jumped up to the microwave

To fix your milk, just the right way.

It was now warm to your liking,

But you still gave me a look that was really quite frightening.

I said, "It's warm, I promise this time."

You started to drink, you felt the warmth

And quickly realized that it was just fine.

You drank it all up and filled your tummy,

You smacked your lips to say it was yummy.

Your eyes became heavy, heavy with sleep.

I wrapped you in a blanket, a blanket of fleece

And for two whole hours, I didn't hear a peep.