Explore "If I were Tickled by the Rub of Love" by Dylan Thomas on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
If I were tickled by the rub of love, / A rooking girl who stole me for her side, / Broke through her straws, breaking my bandaged string, / If the red tickle as the cattle calve
Still set to scratch a laughter from my lung, / I would not fear the apple nor the flood / Nor the bad blood of spring.