To make sense of this little hole nestling there
Like a button

And as my belly expands to fill my horizons
Like some grotesque inflated prosecutor downing another bear
Nee’r more will my sweet little underneath bits swing happily into view each
time I go for a wee wee
As Tummy-Button, o! my Tummy Button eclipses all in its path

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And one or two people have actually taken this thing serously, so here’s the anotated version…

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My Tummy-Button (dig at poetic self-absorbedness)

**It wobbles in limbo, like the night
(unoriginal, badly executed rehash of a classic, and besides, nights don’t wobble)

**Just waiting for that poking finger to come
**And scratch it whilst checking to see if the fluff fairy has visited again
(awfully long, non-scanning, prose-like prosaic sentence / fluff a
veiled reference to light and fluffy crap sent to writing lists, not this
one of course…)

**Oh my Tummy-Button of mine
(useless repetition of possessive, attempt to
sound poetic: fails / no rhyme)

**Why are you their, I wonder, sadly
(oops, Spelling Mistake)

**Scanning my brain for reason and rhyme so badly
(juxtawotsit of the words ‘scanning’, ‘rhyme’ and ‘badly’ not
accidental, but possibly concealed to those of little brain by the fact that ‘rhyme and reason’ is a valid expression; also exhibits bitter irony as the person who wrote this obviously doesn’t have a brain)

**To make sense of this little hole nestling there
(awful, school girl/boy nonsense / trying to be poetic again – failing again)

**Like a button
(holes don’t ‘nestle’ nor do they look anything like buttons / silly
short last line)

**And as my belly expands to fill my horizons
(how many you got, then?)

**Like some grotesque inflated prosecutor drowning another bear
(the expression ‘grotesque inflated prose…’ seems to have eluded most quite effectively… / how can you drown a liquid, never mind an enormous animal who can probably look after himself much better than you ever could? / ‘bear’ – oops, Spelling Mistake)

**Nee’r more will my sweet little underneath bits swing happily into view each time I go for a wee-wee
(should be “ne’er”, of course, not “nee’r” or “n’eer” 😉 /
ridiculously long, nonsense-ridden line / not an ounce of poetry in sight)

**As Tummy-Button, o! my Tummy Button eclipses all in its path
( “o!” pathetic attempt to sound poetic – fails + clumsy mixed
metaphor…)