Halloween Tickle Teen

There's a blonde girl in the parlor, yes, a youthful blonde petite
Stripped down to her panties and the stockings on her feet
She's caught there in the tickle-trap, no hope she'll get-away
'Ere the clock strikes midnight and the ticklers come to play
Oh, but how they'll fancy her! Oh, what a fiendish fate!
But how, you ask, did such a treat get laid upon their plate?
No tramp about the town, no sir, she's sinless and pristine
A quiet, proper, girlish lass, our lil' tickle teen
Eighteen years this summer, and she's not but five feet tall
Started university a month ago this fall
Finely fit and tightly sprung, as spritely as a kitten
A tickle-torture tenderbox, (you know just what she's gettin'…)
It started out in innocence as these things often do
Lil' Missie home alone, quite bored and feeling blue
No classes next day morning, on a full-moon Halloween
Going trick-or-treating as a naughty schoolgirl teen
Trimmed and hemmed a lil' skirt 'til mini changed to micro
Tried it on and (lick your lips) 'twas live-bait for a psycho
Button-down white short sleeve shirt snipped-up to show her tummy
And lil' Miss Quite-Properly was looking rather yummy
Over-knee black stocking-tights on size five flopsy footsies
Microfiber true-opaque on tickle-screamer tootsies
Four-inch platform sandal clogs in patent-leather black
Open-toed and buckled-down and strapless in the back
A cutesy fringe puffed-out in front, a ponytail behind
A more ticklish lil' torturee no fiend will ever find…