A Little Bit of Tickle Poetry...

<B>For the people who love tickling:

I think I'd find it sweet,
If I could tickle your feet,
A feather across your toes,
I think that's how it goes,
To watch you warm and squirm,
From a tickling you have earned.

How nice I think it be,
If your underarms I'd see,
To tickle you hairless pits,
Is a tickling you would get.

Your laugh I'd find so sweet,
Being tickled, you say is net!
I'd have to tickle your breast,
Along with all the rest,
I'd have to tickle your cat,
I don't think, you'd want me to miss that!

To touch your soft bear skin,
Your armpits, the soles and then,
To tickle your little bear toes,
With a feather of pink and gold.

And when you cry please stop!
Under your arms I'd hop!
Then you'd be tickled pink,
And if not, what do you think?
I'd start all over, how net!
Starting again with your feet,
Then you'll really be,
Tickled pink.</B>