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TOUCHY FEELY

Touchy, feely

Touchy, feely

is it smooth or is it rough

Does it feel soft when you touch it

is it ragged, is it rough.

 

Touchy, feely

Touchy, feely

is it blunt or is it sharp

does it soothe you when you touch it

Does it make your fingers smart?

 

Touchy, feely

Touchy, feely

is it new or is it old

does it warm you when you feel it

Does it make your fingers cold?

 

Touchy, feely

Touchy, feely

Is it slimy like a frog?

No, it’s furry and its cuddly

It’s a brand new puppy dog.

© Allan Cropper
  • Submitted in response to Poetry Prompt #28

 

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Poem of the Day

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Will I? Won’t I?

Our senses are detectives

 

I hear a kettle boil and click.

I see the steam rise soft and thick.

I sense that kettle’s very hot.

Will I touch it?  NO I’ll not.

 

I see green mould upon the fruit.

I touch it and it feels too soft.

I smell the scent of yucky rot.

Will I taste it?  NO I’ll not.

 

I feel the raindrops on my skin.

I smell the dampness closing in.

I see the lightning on the hill.

Will I hear it?  Yes I will.

 

I see the smoke and bonfire blaze.

I feel its warmth upon my face.

I hear the crackling spits and spills.

Will I smell it?  Yes I will.

 

I hear a mossie’s whining flight.

It stops.  And then I feel a bite.

Will I see it? Not at night.

Will I squash it?  Yes I might!

Celia Berrell

Submitted in response to Poetry Prompt #27

Celia said: If asked to do something, people may say YES and then change their mind.  I tend to say NO first-up, THEN change my mind!  Which way round will it be for you?