Happy fingers happy feet, Happy I'm floating Around on my feet now You make me go dizzy I'm weak at the knees I feel like I'm walking Round ten feet tall, Oh I wish you'd stop yer nonsense Just look at all the folk. Will yer stop yer tic-kle-ing tic-kle-ic-kle-ing. Stop yer tickling Jock!, Tickled pink
In the Muscovite palaces and courts for centuries the tickling of feet was a tradition long used to arouse a lady’s libido. Catherine the Great and Anna Ivanovna were apparently fervent participants, and would employ full-time female ticklers who would tell lewd stories and sing bawdy songs as their fingers flickered back and forth, in order to get the ladies all fruited up and ready to meet their husbands frothing at the bit. (I highly suspect that some of the ticklers and ‘ticklees’ made merry too mind winks).
(sonmi would like it noted that should anyone come anywhere near her tootsies they shall get a big fat kick in the gob)
- sonmi looking deadly serious upon the Cloud.