They seem to arrive at the oddest of times,
Inopportune moments their specialty,
Creeping and riding by millimeter
Until they find their resting place.
One never knows until standing erect
The full effect or to what degree.
By then it’s too late to alter your fate
Or to hide the blush upon your face.
You must adjust, must set things right
Before you take another step.
They all will know it anyway.
They’ll see discomfort in your stride.
You try your best to be discrete,
But none are so adept
That we can cover such a move
With any semblance of pride.
Might as well admit the truth.
Wedgies happen all the time.
Best to give a tug and heave.
After all, it’s not a crime.
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