“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
______________
A quadrille (44 words) on the theme: protest. Read more at dVerse poets pub.
a poem in my pocket 