Jab against my coat, sharp and sly

Finger darts, then shoots right by

I whirl around, my pulse a flare

But the source is gone, no one there

A tap, a spark, like secret code

A thrill, what fun, like a la mode

Look again, empty space, such a pill

The poker, so quick, unseen but still

The nudge runs down my sleeve like fire

Fast whip around, my thoughts conspire

But nothing shows, no trace to see

The poke’s a shadow, sly and free

A jab upon my thigh, so bold

I rush to catch this prankster cold

Alas just air meets my fierce glare

The culprit slips on, a ghostly dare

At last, the poke, I feel it close

And now, I turn, as swift as prose

I jab, right back, lightning spark

The end of this strange, poking lark