Eight, count ’em, maids-a-milking

Eight? Eight! I shouted,
One would be too much.
These women are not property,
not yours to give or take or touch.

‘But I got them for you’
he says, sulking
‘and I checked, they’re trained,
each one expert in milking.’

He tries to calm me down,
‘Don’t have a cow’ he says
But that’s the point.
I don’t have a cow.

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