Merely the maid stepped from the pantry
and dearly she churned the milk
and without peer she
steered the mixture from
tasting foul to silk.

I fail nothing. I don't understand these suicides around term-time. People endure the miracle of childbirth, pierce their clitoris (these aren't comments restricted to women), and some people kill themselves over exams. The sheer invented pressure must be enormous. As if I was perpetually rushing.