Everyday when I take a bath
lo and behold
fuzz in my naval I hath
In the cold
it always keeps my button warm
through the coldest storm
over the years do the math
enough to make a quilt
would I hath
colored as a kilt
one day I seen no fuzz
searched the tub
and there it was
like a cub
its always there in my nave'
like a cub in a cave
how it gets there I havent a hint
looks like fibres and balls of lint
using my naval for a tent
as sure as the hair on my chest
I do declare
like a bird in a nest
its always there
getting some rest
without a care
get the jest?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very humorous write concerning a situation common to many of us.Enough for a quilt, I love it. Well done, my friend. Richard