Our Antics

I poked you,

You poked me back.

Soon it was,

A full attack.

You smeared whipped cream,

On my nose.

I "spilled" ketchup,

On your toes.

And when I went,

Shopping at the mall,

You stuck a 'stache,

On my favorite doll.

And then I knew,

What I had to do.

You left no choice,

But to hide your shoe.

Only enough was enough,

We called it a tie.

Before one of our faces,

Got covered in pie.

But when I arrived,

Tramping through the door,

With a big old frown,

You poked me once more.

We paused then we both,

Broke out in big smiles.

Silently laughing,

At our silly wiles.

You know what it really,

Comes down to,

Is our way of saying,

I love you.