A poem about remembering the milk

... written in order to ensure that I remember the milk.

I MUST remember the milk.

I must remember the MILK!

I MUST remember

I MUST remember

Must I dismember the silk?

Must I dismember the silk?

Doth I marimba this ilk?

Doth I marimba,

A mamba, I dither,

So pilchards do rhumba with mutts?

Mutts plumbing the depths of the malt

Schttum flambeauxes with bimbos in kilts

Flim ums might kill 'im

Kimchi for the slums -

Ooh gosh my bum is itchy, I wonder if I scratch anyone will notice?