Eight Maids

Hi all,

I've written this poem for the eighth day of Christmas: Eight Maids A-Milking. Each day poses a unique challenge, and I've noticed some are a bit random. Milking Maids as a gift? Well, here's my poem : )

Milking maids
In eights
Run against
The udder
Milk as smooth
As silk
Drifting down
The bucket
Churning butter
Sweating brow
Hard day’s work