Every wondered if you can pass out being tickled. Larry says it all.

Amusing poem about a boy who says that he is not ticklish.

You’ve been tickled!

Around 6AM this morning I woke with an interesting thought. This became a string of words so I dashed downstairs for my notebook and pen. At 6.30 my second Haiku was born.

Visiting with MsTickle.

Some things are so absurd that they tickle you.

I don’t know about you, but I hate getting tickled.

A wee run on something from my past.

The melody God composed just for me is not complete. He invites me to add a new line every day.

A person experiencing a natural high with colorful butterflies all around, a feeling of floating on a cloud, and such a peaceful feeling, only to find out it wasn’t what they expected.