April 20, 2017 prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a navel story. It can include a belly-button, feature an omphalos (geological or cultural), or extend to navel-gazing (used in meditation or to describe excessive self-contemplation). Go where this oddity leads you.
I learnt camp fire songs in the Scouts, from Ging Gang Goolie Goolie Watcha to Kumbaya.
That was what we were meant to learn, anyway. There were those other songs, hushed songs sniggeringly sung in the tents after lights out.
Like “We’re off to see the Wild West Show, The Elephant and the Kangaroo…’
Or ‘She’ll be coming round the mountain…’ only with verses such as
‘She’s got a lovely bottom set of teeth,
She’s got a lovely bottom set of teeth,
Oh she’s got a lovely bottom,
She’s got a lovely bottom,
She’s got a lovely botto set of teeth.’
WEven naive me understood that…
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