Tickle a Fancy

908.Tickle a Fancy (Big Bling)

I spied a feather, it was for me
I tucked it into my cap thoughtfully
But then I had a thought of an earring
And it passed quickly
Since one would look so gay
And I’m straight as an arrow
(My mind is so narrow)
Soon, I remembered the tickle
I felt with somebody’s pickle
And on I sped with my day
Trying hard not to smile as I looked away
From my irresistible urge
To tickle a fancy anyways
On I did prance in a trance
And so plays the music
As we continued to dance
Feather in my cap as if I’m a chap
Perhaps I’m just as gay anyways
It’s all in the way you think
And I’m not a heartless dink
If it matters what we practice
And not so much we preach
Then everyone’s got their foot in their mouth
Instead of in the door
And we’re all cheap whores
As we’d like everyone to adore!
Sorry it’s not such an innocent feather
That dirty bird dropped…(WHATEVER!)

About bognetta

Love has been so much more powerful than other people's control. I think it's all love, but sometimes it doesn't feel like love. That is because so many people are defensive, protective, and do not care to trust in that four letter word...love!
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