I Love My Heating Pad Poem by Oni Lasana

I love my heating pad, and it loves me.
Reciprocal love is how it should be
My pad's name is Dad, in tribute to the one I never had.
And he's so warm and cozy and he doesn't talk back
Oh, heating pad, I love you...your warm acceptance others lack.
In winters cold when my bones are chill
I look to you and and let you do your will.
My pad, oh pad, where forth shall you go tonight,
under my back? on my tummy?
around my cramping legs or on my big toe?
Where ever you wrap around me...I hope you'll never go.
But I have a secret my love...I must confess
Your not the only heated love, I passionately desire.
Your rival is another heating pad with vibrational power
While you my first love, stays laying in my bed,
Vibration Pad lays over my chair back instead.
It warms my back when my screws get cold,
It keeps me young, though I'm getting old.
Oh heating pads, I love you both, don't say goodbye
your settings stir me...low, medium and high
All settings give me such relief
You all calm my nerves, know all I be
So please my lovers, never ever leave me,
stay around, as long as I have electricity!

I LOVE MY HEATING PAD (c) 4/14/2025 Oni Lasana