Happy Grandma Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

The day has come,
the baby needs to be
examined thoroughly
she takes the boy
who has his well worn thumb
firmly in place, a toy
to chase away the ghosts.

'Well, well young man' says Doc,
begins to check him now.
The skin is warm as toast
some spillage in a sock
up goes his bushy brow,
'is he partaking of the breast? '

'Oh yes, he is, since breast is best, '
she says it and is asked to strip
the doc proceeds to check
manipulates the nipple and
with gentle moves and knowing hand
feels all of it down to the hip.
' I knew it, really smelled it, heck
the boy is truly underweight,
that is because you have no milk! '

The lady answers, 'listen mate',
her voice a mix of sex and silk,
' I know, I am the grandma, dear
but very happy I was here.'