Best Tickles Poems
Ultra Sound Tickles (By Moji Agha)
Ultrasound tickles tickle soundly;
Or do they?
Do they have a choice in the matter?
Or they tickle the trunk of pain reflexively,
to cause reflective pained chuckles
at our deep folly?
Do ultrasound tickles
tickle soundly by nature?
Or do they learn,
by nurture,
to cause ultra tickles?
Or alas,
do nature and nurture
are tickle-dancing together,
as they always have?
Now,
talking about my tickled trunk:
Does a lonely tree
fallen in the forest
of human ignorance
make a sound (perhaps an ultra sound),
when tickled by the seeing sounds of climate change?
Can the ultra sounds
of the worried hearts,
of those who have "washed their eyes"
see one another?
Can they see, hear, touch, smell, and taste
the fallen tree's sound of ultra pain?
Of ultra warning?
She sits in her garden surrounded by love
amongst glorious creatures sent from heaven above
the birds in the air that sing a sweet song
bring a feeling she's wanted, that she does belong
the butterflies are dancing in the warm autumn light
kissing the sun rays in the midst of their flight
the wind on her cheek is holding her near
soothing her troubles, her worries, her fears
she bends down to take in the scent of a rose
the soft smell of beauty tickles her nose
entranced in the moment, she sits there and smiles
forgetting the world, if just for a while
"Bread and Butter"
Fickle pickles soaked in barrels of brine,
Along with drowned rats in vinegar’s wine,
Public non the wiser,
I am your advisor,
Take Tetanus when on pickles you dine!
Pickle plants in Arkansas where cucumbers are processes soak them in barrels of salt
brine a week or so before they are then processes in jars of vinegar. The soaking
process receives many visitor rats, and they fall into the barrels and drowned. The
dead and sometime decaying rats are simply dipped out and the process continues.
“Enjoy your BREAD AND BUTTERS!”
I'm going to free that pickle from the jar
Free for a minute but it won't get very far
In my mouth as the juices flow
Down the hatch here you go
Poor pickle was gone before I got to the car
Faleshia Murphy
FOR P.D. contest
PICKLES AND TICKLES
We cook it ! Feel your tonsils tingle!
Add mayonnaise, lettuce, a pickle.
Lost both tonsils at ten
so can I ask you when
my change comes to more than a nickle?
There was a girl who loved salty pickles
She'd stick in a fork for a sure tickle
The first bite would spirt
She'd give the dork a squirt
Pickle juice in the eyes, such a giggle!
There is a comic known as Don Rickles
Whose withering wit our ribs he tickles
Some people take great offense
When skewered at their expense
Leaving them as dour as sour dill pickles
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Placed No. 3 in PD's "Pickles & Tickles Limerick Craze" Contest - November 2010
Pickled farts I gotta let you know
If it tickles when it comes out your hole
You better beware
When you stare down there
You probably pebble dashed the toilet bowl
It's a PICKLE PARTY and you're being invited!
Return your RSVP saying you'll be delighted
to attend. Don't forget to bring your sunscreen
so, you can keep your lovely shade of green.
The pool will be open, so you can swim and dive
and a band will be playing soulful blues and jive.
I hope I haven't added too much salt to the brine,
but if it's not to your liking, have a glass of wine.
Some gherkins will be here that you don't know,
and there's Phil the dill, flying in from Kokomo,
and the green-eyed prissy one, Miss Polly Pickle.
Don't get attached to her, for she's quite fickle!
I've invited a few kosher friends from New York City.
Their garlicky aroma is a bit strong, but they're witty.
You can mingle or just hang with the other slices
who've been soaking in the spa with pickling spices.
Beware the boring Trish, who likes to embellish
the tale of how her parents became sweet relish.
Oh dear, I must sound like a fussy old schmooze.
It's not a BYOB party because I'm serving booze.
The Cornichons from France said they will attend,
but if you don't speak any French, you can pretend.
Whatever it is they're saying, they'll think you agree.
Just smile, nod your head and keep saying, "Oui, Oui."
If you tend to be a little shy, stay close to your jar,
but you might find it interesting sitting at the bar.
I thought of inviting pickled onions, eggs and beets,
but they might outnumber us and eat all the treats.
I hope you can make it to my first annual Pickle Party.
It's the anniversary of my marriage to Big Cuke, Marty.
He's such a hunk, and sometimes I can't resist a nibble.
But I'll never share him; a fact I will never quibble.
Please say you will come and join us in the party fun
and when you get ready to soak up the heat of the sun,
step out on the party deck to take part in the dancing.
If the right pickle tickles you, maybe some romancing?
August 16th, 2022
It's a Pickle Party Contest
Sponsored by Mystic Rose Rose
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Warm water caresses,
my mind drifts lingering
somewhere beautiful,
hot surges soothe
exposed flesh while
love melodically drips
between silken sighs,
tempted touches trace
passion’s curves
along smooth lines,
white foam tickles
midst desire’s giggles
as waves form upon
a glistening surface,
pulses rhythmically race
when satisfaction
comes within the
moistened
charms of you
~
In case it is cold where you are tonight. : )
Giggles would erupt
at just her tender touch!
Then, but a babe of four, I can almost feel it still.
Grandma, will you tickle me? I’d say when she sat down.
Together, we would grace the old red sofa by the wall.
Shivers up and down my spine
would flutter as she stroked
and often she would speak of dear old friends,
whom she had lost,
“Clara”, she would say, “would always tickle me!”
The very thought of that would
have me chuckling all the more
as anything but literal could not yet come to mind.
Now, of course,
her meaning is as sweet as every memory
and every day I feel her, as she still sits by my side.
Even at this ripe old age,
with every thought of Grandma, how she still tickles me!
Youth tickles me
Youth is sweeter than beers
Tickling me sweeter
He's given me a pickle
with nary any tickle!
As in the shade I stood
[He wasn't very good!]
The apple that I shared
he gave to me unpared.
So I gave his snake a shake
to make him see the stakes.
Then the sky went BOOM
G-d came into the room.
I told you I said, "NO!
Now really, you must GO!"
Eve'n a dame could see
Eve's den wasn't free.
So menes mind your pickles
don't forget your Evies tickles
Or your snake will go unshaked
and you'll get punished
for Goodness SAKE!
Hey when was sake invented?
Dedicated to the Rube Syd Beck read [Let My beetles Go!]
There's something about spiders that don't agree with me
Though I understand their importance in nature's society
A wishful thought, I like to imagine, I have with them
Is to maintain a distance in our zone shared realm
But seems some like to crawl around and over me
Each time when it happens, I'm flailing wildly
Every little tickle feels me with horror and dread
Wondering if it's a spider I fear yet still respect
One was on my shoulder that appeared from nowhere
A teenager of its species if to guess an age that's fair
How and why they get on me is a mystery to me
I'm sure that ninja spider is teaching them with glee
When I was sleeping, one walked along my arm
Gauged it in the darkness then flicked it off without harm
I heard it land on something a short distance away
I felt brave and removed it when I saw it next day
Outside or inside, they always find a way on me
Maybe I should feel honoured not just feel unlucky
Not one has ever bitten me, they just give me a fright
I will never harm one, no matter their size or height
But wish they would stop giving such a scary surprise
With space all around them they have freedom paradise
Nature is my passion and respect all that lives within
But these spiders will steer me to drink a double gin.
21.01.21
*Ninja Spider is reference to a poem I wrote last year*
Chaim Tickles the Ivories on our 14th
Blooma Yehudis's Cure for Tickle Cell Anemia:
The Bilecks, Chaim's Piano & Poor Puns,
Bananagram Moshe, Laundry & Sleep-o-mania,
Shalom Bais, Cookin', & Walkin' at Ann's,
Savoring, Chaim sings "Hail Fredonia!!!",
Don't be Hasty! The Tasty Final Crumb Stuns,
Bottom Line: Wondrous Wife, Cozy Compania,
When Blooma is Home, Chaim Runs!
Note: Ivory for the 14th