Oooooh, that smarts,
On my “special” parts…

Who’da thunk the oil,
Would actually boil,
And on my skin,
Like on clothing soil…

Left on my parts a welt,
As if I’d been beaten with a belt,
No that actually sounds kinda pleasurable,
You’d a laughed to see me run around,
Like, in a glass shop, a bull…

I couldn’t from neighbors seek help,
All I could do was with vigor yelp,
It did finally subside,
Across my “special” parts a swath wide,
In the future I will the directions abide,
Trust me I’ve not herein lied,
I mean I still have my pride,
Just no skin in “special” places,
Though I’ve found I can tie the flap of skin,
With from my sneakers, shoe laces…
© -ed- 7/7/15