Ken

Belly Button Lint

Oh belly button lint, belly button lint

How are you this fine day?

I know that I removed you

And said you could not stay

 

I wash my clothes and dry them

Taking care to be lint free

When I take my shirt off

There you are staring back at me

 

Like socks in the dryer

Two go in and one comes out

Another unsolved mystery

The truth without a doubt

 

I know you’re soft and fuzzy

Curled up in your favorite spot

End this game of hide and seek

No? That’s just what I thought

 

Oh belly button lint, belly button lint

How are you this fine day?

It’s useless to remove you

I guess you’re here to stay

Comments1

  • Rooster

    Too funny. Awesome poem.



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