Treasure Island

Elke Nigro

(Hamburg, Germany)

Years of Repeat

Our champagne bubbles are losing their
we are in need of a change of what is.

Itching and aching for a lovely fight,
I remind him to rattle before he bites,

and not to forget to warn me before he
or he will land upside down in one of those

Ready, get set, go! Good God, you are slow;
you used to be able to catch me,
you know.

They wind up breaking all the rules,
wrestling, tickling, chasing, acting like fools,

until he claims injury or she plays dead,
they happily decide upon breaking bread,

and proceed with their years of steady repeat,
until she tickles the bottoms of his feet,

and like a Jack in a box, he springs to life,
wrestling, tickling, and chasing his wife.

Submitted: Friday, March 04, 2011
Edited: Tuesday, March 15, 2011

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