Most of these poems are old before I realized you need to live for the day so I tended to dwell on things but I most say it does make for a better poem well there will eventually be more to come ...
In my navel, yes he lives there
Along with the lint and the along with the hair
His name is fred, he is awfully trite
but he is still my friend my bud my navel sprite
''Don't take life to seriously, you'll never get out alive.''