Sweaty Crack Pt.2 – A Poem

Note: This is a continuation of ‘Sweaty Crack – A Poem

 

I keep jogging along

An old dusty track,

When I remember

My faithful little knapsack.

 

I swing it off my shoulders

Inside is an ice-pack –

One of those small squidgy ones,

Maybe I could use that!

 

I pry my cheeks wide open

Feel the cool air in my crack,

But then a sweaty fart escapes

Now, dignity I lack!

 

I realise that this will not do,

Maybe I should find a stream.

Surely all that rushing water

Will make my crack squeaky clean?

 

I work my way to a river

Through bushes, brambles and flowers.

So much hard work…then it hits me,

Maybe I should just go home and shower.

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