Three Line Lunch: The Tickle Game

a yearlong diary in three-line poems by Jeff Rogers, day 121

The Tickle Game

Uncle Jeff: “Are you ticklish?” Genevieve shyly: “Yes.” “Do you like to be tickled?”
Smiling: “Yes.” So I have my in. We invent the tickle game. I’m on rug in hallway;
She and Jackson run by, I snag them, tickle waists and armpits to great glorious giggles.