I'm a flower tickler
with a flower tickler's thumb
like my dog before me
although he's more of a philanthropist
than a poet, but, like him, I too bark
my greenery of colours when needed
and tickle flowers
Sargent Major General Kuiper Lassell Eladus
3rd. Ensign Sequistia Drawf
Air Rigger Herpal Greenwitch
Commodore Fysteer Planker
and his brother
Commodore Aisbedio Plnaker
and Excutive Chef Guissie Bassistein
star in the Adventures of Curtison Devon
Contrux XurtnoC
Earnest Ernie Van Stickle,
Sat on a mushy pub pickle.
Yeah, Ernie was hot,
He fumed as he bristled.
Now he had a wet spot.
with a big sticky tickler.
He said OH, why not,
and ordered a triple.
Then, even Earnie smiled,
when the bar keep opined,
Van, better wet, than a Thistle.
Love the ladies, they tweek my tweeka
They tickle my tickler and leave me weaka
Yum yum I utter
Skin smooth as butter
Stop me before I can no longer can speaka
Love the ladies, they tweek my tweeka
They tickle my tickler and leave me weaka
Yum yum I utter
Skin smooth as butter
Stop me before I can no longer speaka
Laughter's healthy, contagious, and brightens your day.
It's pun that's a groaner or joke that's risque.
It's a belly laugh, horse laugh, or laugh like a loon
At a comic strip. slapstick or clown or cartoon.
Laughter's chuckles and chortles, a snicker or snort.
It's a humorist's quip or a jester at court.
It's amusement that's droll or the last laugh that's best
Or a rib-tickler, knee-slapper, jape, or a jest.
Laughter's mirth and hilarity, wisecracks or wags.
It's a yuk or a cackle and zingers and gags.
You can giggle, guffaw, or can laugh up your sleeve,
Bust a gut, or with levity tension relieve.
Laughter's wit that's impromptu or monologue planned.
Its a sitcom with punchlines and laughter that's canned.
It's a pie in the face or a pratfall or prank
And comedian's laugh all the way to the bank.
Good thing I was seated coz she blowed my mind
Prepared to wait out the dark days till the sun again shined
My tickler erupted
Twas a bit rusted
The joy was so intense my eyeballs became unaligned
Lord Love A Duck
Quacky little bird call
When you hear it coming duck!
If farmer Fudd is after you
You're running out of luck
Totin' shotgun and bird shot,
Son, he's aiming not to please
He's sneaking close behind you bird
You better hold your sneeze
Cuz your feathers are a tickler
Your bill is orange and bright
While the farmer is a stickler
He will sup on bird tonight
Lord love a duck!
Of him you mustn't run a fowl
Pain from freshly plucked feathers
Will be enough to make you howl!
There is nothing more attractive than a sweetie
With a sense of humor, it's really peachie keenie
Know of one in particular
Her humor's a real tickler
Her name rhymes with Maureen McGreavy
Love the ladies, they tweek my tweeka
They tickle my tickler and leave me weaka
Yum yum I utter
Skin smooth as butter
Stop me before I can no longer speaka
Love the ladies, they tweek my tweeka
They tickle my tickler and leave me weaka
Yum yum I utter
Skin smooth as butter
Stop me before I can no longer speaka
Love the ladies, they tweak my tweaker
They tickle my tickler and leave me weaka
Yum yum I utter
Skin smooth as butter
Stop me before I can no longer speaka
Proximity is the major factor in who tickles your tickler
The odds are small of tickling ticklers beyond your perimeter
Even though if you met
All worked up you'd get
The sweetie down the streetie will most likely click your clicker
Love the ladies, they tweek my tweeka
They tickle my tickler and leave me weaka
Yum yum I utter
Skin smooth as butter
Stop me before I no longer can speaka
I'm writing this poem about,
Nothing in particular.
It might be so, I don't quite know
If this matter can be quite the tickler.
As you read,
What I write,
Are you sitting are you standing,
Or are you leaning to the right?
Today I don't feel,
Any kind of sadness.
EEK! I'm talking to myself,
That's the first sign of madness.
I now that I'm sarcastic,
But I'm not very witty.
If you think you're so smart,
Sing a funny ditty!
HA!
I bet you diddn't sing at all.
I don't care,
If you're big or small.
Now whose smarter,
May I ask,
As I give you,
Another task!
Write a poem,
Even better,
And if you do,
Send me a letter!
I told you at the very start,
This poem may not be a tickler,
But one thing is quite for sure,
That it's about nothing in particular.
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