Antickle

by selene   Sep 16, 2007


The slow trickle tickle
when an ant, ant, antickle
wiggles, walks and giggles
up your baby hair brushes
and a buzzing,
on the fuzzing,
that could make
a skeleton jiggle
ickle, ickle
creeping up and up
and poking, petting
pushing gently
until the finger tips jerk
unrestrained
and remedy the
tiny
little
figment of imagination

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  • 17 years ago

    by Baby Rainbow

    Thats really good, keep it up xxx

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