You Little Scamp
You crouch low behind a tree
anticipating my fate.
And hiding where I can't see
you grin and patiently wait.
Then suddenly, you appear
wearing your smile like a shield.
And unable to get clear,
I have no choice but to yield.
I laugh hysterically
till trickles of pee begin.
But you won't stop tickling me,
much to my shame and chagrin.
Then you flee, you little scamp,
leaving me upset and wet.
And you think that you're the champ,
but this isn't over yet.
You got me this time, my dear,
but you'll soon pee yourself too.
For when your daddy gets here,
we're both gonna tickle you!
(Quatrain)
5/4/2015
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2015
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