This woe comes in three's.
My sensitive skin
for relief, does cry.
but it might be worst,
to pull him away.

All these eyes on me.
Embarrasments twin
would come if I tried,
to quench this great thirst.
(and keep him at bay)

Why my crack, why me?!
I want it to end
with a wholesome sigh.
Screw you and yor curse
Wedgie's gone today.