Lint Suck

Another silly poem. True story...

Lint Suck

So, I've got a white undershirt
It's tucked into my pants
And just to make sure of things
I do a little dance

I then put on a blue shirt
But let it just hang free
Then I go on about my day
As happy as can be

Now when my day is ending
And I undress to get in bed,
I notice something peculiar
And I stop to scratch my head

The white shirt was against my skin all day
The blue shirt just hung free
But why the lint in my navel is blue
Remains a mystery...

penitentman