Your two fingers

pointing at me

You knew to make me a statue

You could also be a statue

So that I could stare

Fearlessly in to your honest eyes

Tempting you to laugh or grimace

with out touching you

Rules were rules

You tickled me

With out actually touching me

I was defeated by my own

laughter

You were the winner

You never laughed at me…….

 

 

 

 

 

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