Sweet And Stupid


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

There's more to me
than shore between leaps.

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

I'm sure my best trousers
weren't quite this airy.

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

Please do not claw that;
I might want children.

I release you from that tree,
so why rush up it again?

Dratted kitten
(again)!

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Dylan Harris
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