Everyday I look on down
to see if you have popped
Belly button, you must be
feeling really taut.
My belly button used to be
deep as the endless ocean
But when each morning dawns, it appears
you've been chugging shrinking potion
What will we find when you explode outward
Will it be a chest of treasures?
Or will it be just lint and fuzz
from all my clothing endeavors?
Bellybutton, I confess
that part of me is scared
what will happen when the insides
of your depths are bared
Will it hurt? Will I cry?
Will I hear a pop?
We'll find out soon, we'll just have to wait
until an outie you do crop.