Sweet And Stupid

Please don’t tickle that,
I’m standing on it.

There’s more to me
than land between leaps.

Next time, I’ll dress
before you climb my leg.

I’m sure my best trousers
had fewer holes.

How can you sleep there,
one roll, two stories from stone?

Please do not claw me there;
I might want children.

I got you down that tree,
why rush back up?