Arms Like Yours

You didn't like the way I looked at you,
So you began to beat me with a stick,
But that's okay. I don't think you could lick
A squirrel with a steel toe-capped work shoe
And arms like yours. You haven't got a clue
How hard it is to land a useful lick
On someone like me, sensible and slick.
You seem unhappy, but you know it's true.

No, I don't think you're cute when you're upset,
I don't pretend to cringe each time you hit,
Achieving nothing. Are you short of wit?
Did rivals win some prize that you should get
And mock your failure? Did you lose a bet?
Attack me if you like. I can take it.