I'll do you better, and someone out there may know it's me.
I once was in a river,
downstream from many givers,
and then began to shiver...
I felt a slide go past my liver.
There I was alone;
the house far, and across stone;
and my south began to groan;
from my lips I droned, "oh no."
I tried to climb the rise,`
while tightly clamping thighs,
but as I soon surmised,
I couldn't hold the surprise.
All the river floaters watched,
as my privacy I botched,
there right upon the stony swatch,
what horror flowed right from my crotch.
From the Hollywoo rule of attackering protagonists, more attackers mean more ways to foil them by misdirection and mutual banging each other, therefore 2>1.