Buddy poked my arm and told the mayor, "He wrote a book!"

She poked my arm and said, "Why don't you arrest him?

Then, poking his arm through the hole, he lobbed it into the center of the room.

I poked Bellarosa's arm and he followed my gaze to the door.

She even had the audacity to poke his arm with a finger.

Imagine someone poking your arm a little or gently bumping into you.

There was no window in that door through which he could poke his arm and feel the outside of it.

Then, after a long moment, she took a sudden step forward and poked my arm with her finger.

At last there was room for Frost to poke his arm down.

"But I bet she won't be poking her arm through any more open car windows."