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As I carefully listened to all the Dean said
I was growing quite sure that he'd twisted the thread,
And inverted it somehow inside of his head
It was sad that foot-tickling had filled him with dread;
He had turned it around from when he was a boy
Hating feet-tickled bliss that should fill him with joy,
So I pondered the method he deigned to employ
And determined to save what he sought to destroy;
As my barefeet kept jiggling I pondered the glitch
They just wriggled and writhed in a fine ticklish itch,
Then I cast a glance down and beheld something rich
The Dean's toe in his shoe gave a sympathy twitch;

It was clearly unconscious, the tiniest show
That his feet might just feel what his mind didn't know,
But it seemed all I had then and quite rightly so
I determined to see if his twitching might grow;
As I felt his poor barefeet requesting my aid
It was time that I needed, I stalled as I played,
While my toes kept on wiggling some progress was made
As they inched towards his feet in a rescuing raid;
The debate was resounding among all the men
What to do with the Dean with the way it was then,
All my toes kept on wiggling right merrily when
I looked down and was sure that his shoe twitched again;

So my tootsies kept twitchin with tickle joy zest
While my toes kept on wigglin without any rest,
Then his shoe twitched again in response to my best
And it had me convinced he was passing the test;
When his other foot twitched I was sure it was true
His big feet seemed so trapped, each inside of its shoe,
Just like mine, they were longing for nakedness too
They would be hella ticklish, I simply just knew;
Then the Dean seemed unconsciously touched to the core
As his puppies responded to mine twitchin more,
So I vowed I would show him just what was in store
Barefeet-ticklin was what he would come to adore;