I have been flitty and strange this week. Moods up and down; is it my time of the month?
So I have been writing weird poems. Here's one about belly button fluff...
Fluffed
Does anyone really know
How the stuff that we call fluff
Gets in my belly-button?
It seems to gather in the day
And at night, while I'm away
Asleep, it makes its journey.
Such a sojourn shouldn't happen
Logic unravelled, fluff travelled
To my blow-hole.
Why does it gravitate?
And will it just once abate?
I have sat and sat to fathom.
Some people think me rude
But I do not watch my crotch,
I'm just gazing at my navel.
So next time you clean it out,
With your finger in the spout,
Stop and think of me.
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