Solution

The Manicure and Pedicure

A tired, young midwife with feet she can't reach

With hands that are dry and smell much like bleach

A mother, as well, with never any time to spare

Time spent on her digits seems a wasteful care

But then in September as a birthday gift

A certificate was given, meant to be a mood lift

Though much appreciated, alas it was forgotten

Til one day she noted that her feet did look rotten

"Oh me, oh my" at the top of her lungs she did holler

Suddenly, she remembered the certificate worth $30-dollar

What could be nicer on a day like today

Where all three children are out of her way?

A trip to the Nail Lounge is in order, of course!

She squealed with delight til her poor throat was hoarse.

Unaccustomed to glamour or such lavish niceties

She nervously walked in with self-doubting anxieties

"Is it okay to have services just expressly for me?"

Oh, silly Kelly, go on in after all it is free!

She was reluctantly led to a posh looking chair

That, when she sat on it, massaged her with care

Her feet were placed in hot water with oil

An exceptional relief considering how they do toil

The staff was so kind, "your tummy! so big! 4th baby!

sit here, pick a color! I make you better, just maybe!"

And with that it began in the vibrating recliner

that she promptly fell asleep dreaming of food from a diner.

The fingers were soaked and acupressure applied

A clear coat of polish and her nail beds revived

The arms were rolled around like a sausage is made

Kelly continued to doze, her aches and pains soon did fade

The feet were then scraped and scratched with a file

Her legs were massaged, on her face was a smile

The color for toes was picked with intention and great heed

For it's the color of healthy blood, something Kelly does need

Too soon it was over, she was helped from that blessed chair

The most comfortable she'd been since the fetus was put way down 'there'

The certificate handed over, but also a nice tip

How she wants to go back! Make it a weekly trip.

And now she is sleepy and cocoa butter scented

Never has such a perfect service been invented

She will soon eat a grapefruit and then lay down in her bed

That's all there is to tell, enough has been said.