Mommy, Where Does Poetry Come From

Slight twitching of the toes A shudder of the shins The knocking of the knees Is where it all begins Vibration of the thighs Through years of cellulite Swinging of the hips As it makes it's little trip Grumbling of the belly Way deep down inside Till it moves up to the chest To the thump of the hearts delight Shoots straight to the brain Where it bounces back and forth Throughout the cracks and crevices Till it feels it's run its course Drops down to a lump in the throat Giving way to speech Spilling forth for all it's worth In waves of poetry