"Poke, you're it" she says
as I stiffle my laugh,
"It's on" I say
as I return her poke.
Back and forth we go
poking each other in turn,
Trying to be the last one
to get our poke in.
Later and later
into the night it goes,
Each poke slowing down
as the hour takes its toll.
Sooner or later
one will have to give,
As sleep eventually claims
and the other pokes on.
"I win" she says
when I stop poking,
My head on my keyboard
as I softly snore away!
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