My Talent
She is beautiful and smart
She holds a talent only few know about
She carries with her in a bag
Feathers, brushes, ribbons and such
To try and find the perfect touch
She loves to make people laugh
She ties her victims hands and feet
Just to see how much they can refrain
She takes the tools from her bag
She tickles with her hair, fingers, brushes,
feathers but never blushes
With his eyes opened wide
they say to me
tickle, tickle, tickle me please
After 10 minutes or so
Its plain to see
He could not keep his laughter from me
He lets it out with a
HAHA HEHE
That is why you see I am looking for my tickly
She holds a talent only few know about
She carries with her in a bag
Feathers, brushes, ribbons and such
To try and find the perfect touch
She loves to make people laugh
She ties her victims hands and feet
Just to see how much they can refrain
She takes the tools from her bag
She tickles with her hair, fingers, brushes,
feathers but never blushes
With his eyes opened wide
they say to me
tickle, tickle, tickle me please
After 10 minutes or so
Its plain to see
He could not keep his laughter from me
He lets it out with a
HAHA HEHE
That is why you see I am looking for my tickly
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