Tickle My Belly Not My Toes

Tickle My Belly Not My Toes

Do not touch my toes!
If you feel the need to tickle,
I beg you to get my belly.
My toes are sacred,
I must hide them.
Except when they are polished.
Maybe red or black or green,
You may run your finger across them—NOT!
Do not!
Touch my toes? Even if I speckled them with blue,
They are not for onlookers to reach.
You mustn’t ever tickle them,
It tickles so badly it hurts my core.
So if you feel a need to tickle me at all,
I say go for my belly.
Be warned though,
I will squirm and wiggle away very fast.
Never expect me to tickle your toes,
The thought I gasp.
Shall I tickle your belly too?
How about we keep our toes in our shoes?

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Sharing the twistings, and musings that twirl in my mind. Hoping others can relate, or at least enjoy... To know more about me personally you can visit my website at Mind Retrofit.
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2 Responses to Tickle My Belly Not My Toes

  1. alienhippy says:

    Giggle….I HATE being tickled ANYWHERE!!
    Sometimes though, it’s like it doesn’t tickle at all…it’s painful.
    I’m just weird I guess. LOL
    This did make me giggle Angel.
    Love you so much.
    Lees. xxx 🙂

  2. Angel says:

    Hee hee
    I do not like being tickled anywhere either for the same reason as you. 🙂
    BUT the poem made me giggle too.
    Love you too!

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