“Tickle me!” little girl
demanded. Grandpa
would oblige until
i laughed to tears and,
gasping for air, finally
screamed, “Stop!” which
he always did, with a grin.
Now history repeats
as I witness my husband
“tickle torture” our
own granddaughters,
floored in loud protest.
“The lady doth protest too much, methinks” – Shakespeare
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A quadrille (44 words) on the theme: protest. Read more at dVerse poets pub.
a poem in my pocket 
Aug 31, 2026 @ 00:36:49
Wonderful. I can see and hear it 🙂 and it makes me smile 😊
Sep 01, 2026 @ 09:43:31
Thanks for your sweet comment, Dawn 🙂
Sep 01, 2026 @ 12:32:16
You’re welcome ☺️
Aug 30, 2026 @ 14:13:38
Such a sweet Q, Lynn! 😊
Sep 01, 2026 @ 09:44:34
thank you!