Massage Baby Poem by Lonnie Hicks

I lay stomach-up
pregnant
and he,

applied ever so slowly
massage oil evenly.

And I talked to the baby
'You know who that is?
That is your daddy.
He is such a nice man
he gives mommy all the massages she wants.'

He said
'That's right. I give mommy all of the massages she wants
and she feels so good
you can probably feel it all the way inside there.'

'Oh my God' I said,
I think he kicked! '

He said
'Well he was probably
trying to get some sleep
and we are here keeping him awake.'

'You know I said.
I'm glad I married you.'

He said,
'No I'm just another trophy-husband;
you married me for my good looks
and if you didn't
now is a good time to lie.'

What do You think junior?

One kick for yes;
two kicks for no.'

'Oh Oh.' she said
'two kicks! '