National Navel Writing Month

[Hypoxia]

November has arrived.

Some of you have gazed upon your navels.

But have you written anything there?

This month, aspiring writers should pen short odes into navels -- into their own, and other people's, and oranges, and any others that appear. Try a gorilla's navel. And don't forget the navel salute, navel-to-navel, SIR!

I suppose you could write navel or naval novels too. I won't stop you. It's that kind of month.

 

[SamScribble]

Man the lifeboats!

 

[legerdemer]

I would right my navel, but it won't stay upright, and I keep slipping through the hole...

 

[Hard_Rom]

Orange you glad...

 

[Dream_Operator]

National Navel Writing Month

My NNWM entry is titled: "Innie becomes an Outie"

It's a coming of age Belly Button, coming out of the Navel, story : )

 

[Hard_Rom]

A navel coming out story! Don't ask, don't tell.

 

[Hypoxia]

Orange you glad...

I believe I was among the first humans to devise a proper rhyme with 'orange'. It refers to a certain USA playwright of a previous generation.

I would rather ingest a decomposing orange
Than view another play by that whore, Inge.​

Thank you, thank you.
[/me buffs nails on lapel]

 

[SamScribble]

I believe I was among the first humans to devise a proper rhyme with 'orange'. It refers to a certain USA playwright of a previous generation.

I would rather ingest a decomposing orange
Than view another play by that whore, Inge.​

Thank you, thank you.
[/me buffs nails on lapel]

Bill Inge was a whore? I had no idea.

 

[Hard_Rom]

I believe I was among the first humans to devise a proper rhyme with 'orange'. It refers to a certain USA playwright of a previous generation.

I would rather ingest a decomposing orange
Than view another play by that whore, Inge.​

Thank you, thank you.
[/me buffs nails on lapel]

Hate to bust your bubble but

W.W. Skeat. (died 1912)
I gave my darling child a lemon,
That lately grew its fragrant stem on;
And next, to give her pleasure more range,
I offered her a juicy orange.
And nuts, she cracked them in the door-hinge.

Probably older than Marshall Mathers though

Set to blow college dorm rooms doors off the hinges,
Oranges, peach, pears, plums, syringes,
VROOM VROOM! Yeah, here I come, I'm inches,

 

[Kimikimidoll]

Navel writing month?
*removes top and starts flopping tummy over the laptop keyboard. Luckily it's one of those 360 thingys so it lies flat*
Done! *reads it*
It's a gibberish masterpiece!

 

[Hypoxia]

Hate to bust your bubble but

W.W. Skeat. (died 1912)
I gave my darling child a lemon,
That lately grew its fragrant stem on;
And next, to give her pleasure more range,
I offered her a juicy orange.
And nuts, she cracked them in the door-hinge.

Probably older than Marshall Mathers though

Set to blow college dorm rooms doors off the hinges,
Oranges, peach, pears, plums, syringes,
VROOM VROOM! Yeah, here I come, I'm inches,

I date mine from the mid-1970s but I can't beat Skeat timewise. Although I must say mine scans better. I mean, c'mon, "whore, Inge" is a closer approximation 'orange' than are "more range" or "door-hinge" or especially 'syringe'. I claim the crown. Try to take it from me. Be careful, I'm armed. [/me whips out a Tromp Pez dispenser] This is deadly.

 

[NicoleZ]

Man the lifeboats!

Man over-bored?

(I loved it Hypoxia!)

 

[Hypoxia]

I seem to recall a report of a quadruple-amputee or paraplegic artist who drew with a pencil stuck into his/her navel.

Too bad they never wrote and submitted to LIT but you could do it for them.

Just be careful with the punctuation.

 

[TxRad]

Here's my entry:

The Commodores Wife

 

[Hypoxia]

Here's my entry:

The Commodores Wife

No navels at all, no oranges except maybe in the garbage, and the commodore and the semen-spewing seaman didn't exchange navel-to-navel salutes. (I learned about those directly from General WasteMoreLand.) But there's definite character development and of course the intricate plot. You get stars.

 

[TxRad]

No navels at all, no oranges except maybe in the garbage, and the commodore and the semen-spewing seaman didn't exchange navel-to-navel salutes. (I learned about those directly from General WasteMoreLand.) But there's definite character development and of course the intricate plot. You get stars.

I thought you said Naval. My bad, but thanks, stars are always appreciated.

 

[Hard_Rom]

Ins and outs of the navel.
A reveal is cause to revel.
The funny hole in your tummy
That connected you mummy.