Dispatching Your Tickle

DISPATCHING YOUR TICKLE

(Especially for our king.
I know he'll appreciate it).

(Limericks)

By Josie Whitehead

A tickle arrived on my nose,

And then it hopped off to my toes.

I scratched and I scratched

And it soon was dispatched

But where it went, nobody knows.

But later that day it returned

And what do you think that I learned?

It’s a very strange thing

But it jumped on the King

And his staff had been very concerned.

So if you have a tickle at all,

Even one that is terribly small,

Don’t drive it away

For it’s likely to stray

And most likely will visit us all.

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