X-Marks-the-Spot is a tickling game
Which
is traced upon someone’s bare back.
In
childhood, we played it and often it caused
A
goose-bump filled giggling attack.
My
kids got the treatment when bathtime arrived
And
my grandson when he was a tot,
But
it’s been a while since I’ve gotten the chance
To
engage in some X-Marks-the-Spot.
Yet
I came upon Henry, eleven years old,
In
the process of donning his tee
And
the canvas was waiting for X-Marks-the Spot,
Just
the cue for a tickle from me.
“I
remember this, Nana!” he said as he smiled.
“Can
you write down the words?” which I did,
Just
delighted to think such a game’s been preserved
From
my long-ago time as a kid.
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