Crack
Not the crack in the cosmic egg
Nor the crack addicts smoke
Not even the crack in crack, snapple, pop breakfast cereal
but the bum crack
of Mr. Hairy
at the Eye Clinic
when he bent over to pick up
a form he had dropped
his shirt rolled up,
his jeans slipped a notch or two.
Everyone copped an eyeful.
I cracked a smile.
Some tittered.
Mr. Hairy was oblivious.
*pic courtesy of pexels.com
John Malone 
I bet. Did you crack a grin, anyways? I sure did reading this.
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yes, I did; some were aghast, a few tittered; I cracked a grin; Mr Hairy was oblivious to the reaction he set off 🙂
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Some things, when seen are difficult to unsee … Best wishes with your unseeing, John.
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hahahha; thanks Carolyn; I did have a restless night 🙂
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One often fails to recognise One’s own inner plumber. Or inner letterbox. It’s one of those wardrobe malfunctions that is frighteningly common. I think it’s because pants are made for the “average” shape and almost nobody is average. 🙃
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thanks, Worms; I’ve never looked at it in this light before —
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Maybe it’s the cool ‘in’ thing to do?…dunno?
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gthis has been going on, Don, since Moses was a boy 🙂
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Boy Moses would have been hairless though. Hey Naomi look at my crack. Oooh Moses that is cute. Yeah Naomi I gonna start a trend……..
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jahaha; true, Don; maybe not that far back then …
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We’ll never know John. Unless the crack-reveal trend beginnings are one day discovered in the ancient scriptures. ….
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I’m scouring Ecclesiastes now, Don, for any references to bum cracks 🙂
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You may have to go to the papyrus museums ? Dunno?
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you crack me up
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hahah; I got a few puns in there, Beth; that’s for sure 🙂
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As long as he was blissfully unaware!
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no one’s ego was hurt in the writing of this poem, Matthew 🙂
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Haha…”I cracked a smile.” Perfect!
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when I saw that crack, Bob, I just knew I had a poem; that crack stared me down —
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Haha. It’s not often a poem just stares you down like that.
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When that happens to me, my sweetheart thinks I’m a vending machine and that it is a coin slot. I can make a little spare change while I’m doing chores around the house.
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Lol; I haven’t heard that one before —
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Haha. They usually always are. A sight for sore eyes. This cracked me up, John. 🙂
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hahaha; good one Terveen 🙂
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Hahaha, for sure you don’t want to look down every crack. Great one!
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I saw Mr Hairy bend over and I just knew I had to write a poem called ‘Crack’
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Oh, my! Hilarious!
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thanks Bridgette; glad you enjoyed 🙂
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I saw crack today too, more like 2 full moons. It was not a pretty sight unfortunately.
At least I cracked a smile reading your poem. 😀
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hHAHA; thanks Eden; glad it brought some laughter your way 🙂
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This was a fun Read !
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I just saw this hairy guy bend over in the Eye Clinic — and I was off and running 🙂
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😂🖤
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