TO BECOME UNTICKLISH

When she was  a little girl

her father, sometimes

tickled her little feet

as she lay napping

or pretending  sleep —

on Sunday afternoons.–

testing her wakefulness

 

She didn’t  care for that at all!

 

She  taught herself to be unticklish

by sheer will power —

to fool her father  about

her state of consciousness

 

Her coping skills

(to become unticklish is one)

were  early learned

and to this day

she  deals so well with matters

she’d rather not attend

but needs to..

 

 

I doubt she’s tickled anyone

and likely uses

different methodologies

to check the styles

of those she loves.

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