Tickle Time : Childrens Poetry

 

I know Dad means no harm all the same. Sometimes he loves playing this wee game. When he tickles my fingers and toes He laughs as loud as me I suppose. Over and over and round and round . I'm tickled and lifted off the ground Thrown into the air both feet first. My tickly box is almost burst . I'm terrified now with tickling In fact its almost quite sickening. If I could get that Teddy alone. Or piggie who went all the way home. I would poke both of them in the eye. and tickle them until they would cry.   By Paul Mc Cann

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