Once I Had an Outie
Once I had an outie
Where ol’ Doc had finished cuttin’;
That nubbin left right in my middle
That’s called my belly button.
Once I had an outie
My body lithe and trim;
In childlike innocence I ate to grow,
My torso straight and slim.
Once I had an outie
Not minding fat from thin,
Until one day my wide eyes dropped
To see my outie- headed in!
I thought about that outie
Each time I toweled dry,
Then dressed, intent to hide the dent
From any prying eye.
I soon learned the terms
For buttons once thought skinny:
A priv’leg’d few still have a flatty,
But mine’s an outright innie.
Years have passed since I last classed
My naval headed in,
So many feasts have been enjoyed
Just where should I begin?
My shirts keep gettin’ bigger
To clothe my growing form;
Yet, as I look around me
It seems to be the norm.
Adults don’t talk of belly buttons
Except the ones on kids;
They chat of chins, and chests, and rumps,
And other parts on skids.
But, once I had an outie
A belly button smart;
Yet now I am an outie
And it’s just the belly part!
So kids sit up and listen
And if you can, relate;
And care for your own belly button
Before it is too late.
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