Tickling
TICKLING
Tickling is the perfect payback for absolutely any occasion;
The ultimate method of torture for every age.
It makes me squirm without any hesitation,
I laugh and cry and scream with zealous range.
Can’t get up as hard as I possibly try,
My arms and legs are pinned to the ground;
I’m starting to get a tear in my eye!
I wish my ticklish spot could not be found.
The feeling is like a feather is dusting me
As I wait for someone to come to the rescue,
I desperately wish that I could be free.
I’ll be relentless when giving it back to you.
Thanks dear brother for not giving me a chance
But I definitely think I just wet my pants!
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