Talbus was a tricky little tickler of toes
He was a sneaky little seeker
Finding those grippy wibblers with his sticky nose
Talbus was a greedy greet
Looking for the walkers that spoke to his nature
Eyeing the passing feet that he was planning to knead
The Tickler was a sneaky bloke
Creating skits to distract
For a glancing poke
Big toes
Little pinkies
Not shying away, even if they were stinky
He tickled away when his chance came
Ignoring the horror
Of his ghastly play
He wriggled
He tricked
He slithered
He pricked
Flip-floppers made a leap
Toe shoe hikers climbed ahead
Barefoot babes ran and screamed
When Talbus emerged, the shadows sighed
And as he creeped
The bright sun cried
“The nerve of this guy”, they sighed!
Thought his victims when he latched
Only to watch in horror and hope to die
He’d orate to his food
As he tickled away
This sport of torture was how he fed his mood
This rude jockey strumming toes
Talbus The Tickler
A fiddler of unfortunate woe!
If you enjoyed this poem, you might also enjoy my previous mischievous and petty tale…
The world is getting stranger and it helps to have a place to make sense of it.
Here you’ll find absurdity, satire, dystopian reflections, and whatever thoughts manage their way into my brain and want to get out.
Some of it will make you laugh.
Some of it might make you think twice.
All of it is part of the same thing really.
Trying to understand the world by stepping just outside of it and more inside of my head.
Come muse with me.
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