every morning my wife,
tells me about her dreams,
she dreamed the upcoming grandbaby,
looked just like me,
that kind of shook me a little,
said she saw in-laws in a field naked,
they were surprised,
then jumped off into the topic,
it sure is nice being a mammal,
you carry your egg around,
don’t leave it sitting like a gator does,
the poor little egg vulnerable, helpless,
mammals don’t have to worry about
raccoons, oppossums trying to git’em,
it would be no fun being an insect either,
female just drops her eggs
the male sneaks up, and fertilizes them
right where they sit,
on the ground, by a bush,
where is the fun in that,
and then came the entire story line
of all the Godzilla movies, baby wrecks town,
destructive lava hurling, now,
here comes mama,
she’s bigger, makes bigger mess,
then Oh My God,
it’s daddy, so on,
and it was about then,
I said, “are you nuts?”