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.

Sweaty Crack – A Poem

This is very refreshing

And so much fun.

It started off as a walk

But turned into a run.

 

Over the mountain

And over a hill,

Through the meadow

And past an old mill.

 

But then it begins –

The uncomfortable itch,

Around the same time

That I start to get a stitch.

 

Plunging my hand down

My pants to have a scratch,

The back of my hand on the cotton

Discovers a wet patch.

 

Having slowed to a jog,

I trace the wetness up my back,

It’s a trickle down my spine

Feeding into my sweaty crack.

 

Note: This poem was so much fun to write, so I hope you enjoyed it! In fact it was so much fun, that I have written ‘Sweaty Crack Part 2’, which is a continuation of the story. I will be publishing it next Wednesday, so I hope you’ll be around to read that too 😉