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This exchanging of thoughts that the Angel could do
Seemed to force the poor Dean to admit what was true,
While the feathers were making short work of my crew
As they feet-tickled Rupert and Simon and Stu;
They were totally barefooters all through and through
And I thought, "I just knew that they'd all be true blue,
D*, these feathers are speedy, the time simply flew
Is there someone you'd like to be foot-ticklin too?"
"Well, I have to confess there would be quite a few
These hot barefeet are tempting me more than I knew,
Now I have to resist and it fills me with rue
But the one whom I'd most like to tickle is... you;"

Well, now that was a statement quite certain to please
So I gave a huge grin of the best Gouda cheese,
While I thought, "Dude, you're making me weak at the knees
And this imp-ulse of yours should be something to seize;
What a shift of a hundred and eighty degrees
If you'd only give up this propriety wheeze,
Then you'd have my big barefeet to tickle and tease
And my laughs would be floating along on the breeze;
Now if you'd only do what your instinct decrees
I suspect that inside we're alike as two peas,
Lemme wiggle my toes while I sit at my ease
Doncha wanna be ticklin the h* outta these?"

"Now the plan that I'd had for the day when we'd meet
Was to put shoes back on all the men in the street,
It was shocking to feel are your barefeet compete
With my ongoing sense of the nice and the neat;
I accepted your dare feeling rather elite
I was sure you would suffer a bitter defeat,
But you tickle so well and it felt such a treat
It took all my best efforts at staying discreet;
Now your question just makes this my trial complete
And you offer temptation I think I can beat,
But my fingers are aching for triumph so sweet
They're just itching to TORTURE your bare ticklish feet!"