The Ticklish Tangerine

In a basket, bright and bold, Apples red and plums of gold, Grapes in bunches, green and sweet, A fruity jungle, quite a treat!

Tangerine, so round and bright, Hiding 'mongst the yellow light, A giggling fruit, a citrus friend, Whose tickles never seem to end.

Getting touched is ticklish, you see, Especially for a Tangerine like he! A little hand, so small and quick, Reached in the basket for a pick.

The hand crept closer, oh so slow, Tangerine whispered, "Here we go!" A tiny finger, just a graze, Sent Tangerine into a funny daze!

He wiggled, jiggled, bounced around, A peal of laughter, quite profound! The Kid, he started chuckling too, "He's ticklish!" cried out, "It's true!"

More pokes and prods, a playful spree, The basket shook with glee, glee, glee! Even Mama joined the fun, The tickle game had just begun!

No more munching, sad and slow, Just tickle fights, a fruity glow! For in that basket, bright and gay, It's fun fruity time, every day!