Poking

It begins with a jab and then followed with a poke I scream “please quit”, it hurts and that is not a joke, They stab me in my side with their stubby finger It sends a pain up my side which still does linger, I ask them to please quit all of that stupid poking Of course they don't take me seriously, they think I am only joking, They like to see me jump when I am poked in the side I so much hate that feeling, as it also takes away some of my pride, I am so tired and sick of all of the poking and jabbing Some think it is humorous, but to me if feels like a stabbing, They jab and they poke me either to say, “hello” or “goodbye” They are my friends, and my nervousness to them it will satisfy, Sometimes I turn and walk away if I see them on the street When I say, “hello” or “hi” to them their finger in my side is how they greet, Someday I believe that fear of their poking will cause me a cardiac I wish instead of poking me, they would just give me a slap on the back. Randy L. McClave