Poker

“Poke"

"Poke, poke"

Carl was sitting in his armchair when his 5 year old son Reagan had come up beside him. Reagan had begun to poke Carl ever so lightly.

"Poke, poke"

"Now Reagan, what did I tell you about that? Please stop poking me."

"Poke, poke, poke."

Reagan kept on poking much to his fathers chagrin.

"Stop it, Reagan."

"Poke, poke, poke."

Reagan had a mischievous little grin on his face as he continued to irritate his dad. Taylor, Carl’s other son, had come up on the other side and started as well.

"Poke, poke.........poke, poke, poke."

"C'mon boys, daddy's serious here. Stop it right now."

"Poke, poke.....Poke, poke.....Poke, poke, poke."

Reagan and Taylor had continued to poke their father. His patience was wearing thin. At this point, Carl’s' daughter Tessa had come up behind his chair and started poking him in the shoulder and the back of the head.

"Poke, poke, poke....poke, poke, poke, poke......poke, poke, POKE!"

"OWW! That hurt Tessa! Stop that this instant, all of you".

They didn't stop. Reagan was now poking Carl in the balls. Taylor was coming dangerously close to his eyes, and Tessa was poking the back of his neck really hard.

"POKE, POKE, POKE.......POKE, POKE, POKE, POKE......POKE, POKE, POKE."

"STOP IT! DADDY IS GETTING REALLY ANGRY HERE!"

Carl was trying to fend off their pokes but was having a really hard time. He couldn't seem to block any of the pokes. He was wondering how, all of a sudden, his children had become superhuman pokers with lightning fast hands.

"STOP, STOP, STOP. I SWEAR TO CHRIST I"M GOING TO SMACK YOU KIDS IF YOU DON"T STOP!"

~THE END~