National Backward Day 31.1.19

National Backward Day 31.1.19

All manner of trouble is to be found 

When Backwards Day turns things around. 

A shaggy DOG is now a GOD,

Your trusted DOC is just a COD,

LIVE show hosts host EVIL guests,

You order DESSERTS but just get STRESSED.

LAGER louts become REGAL sorts 

Drinking noisily through their WARTS.

PUPILS SLIP UP in A level stats

And the sky at night is full of RATS.

Poor old SEMORDNILLAPS* -

Backwards Day creates mishaps. 

But all is not lost on Backwards Day 

As PALLINDROMES** read either way...

So ABBA survives,

Both SEXES alive,

SOLOS are sung,

And SAGAS begun.

A KAYAK remains a lowly boat,

A RACECAR speeds but doesn’t float. 

Pallindrome thoughts that are rather odd:

DAMMIT I’M MAD and DO GEESE SEE GOD?

Rachel McCoubrie 31.1.19

*SEMORDNILLAPS = words that become a different word when spelled backwards

**PALLINDROMES = words that read the same forwards and backwards

National Pie Day

I am married to a man who loves his pies as much as I love chocolate, so I thought I'd write him a poem for National Pie Day:

I Spy...

I spy, it’s my little pie

There’s something beginning with P.

It’s the Pastry crust,

An absolute must,

It’s bronzed perfection to me.

I spy, it’s my little pie

There’s something beginning with I.

It’s the Inside delights,

Meat hidden from sight,

I live for that steak and ale high.

I spy, it’s my little pie

There’s something beginning with E.

It’s Eating it, quick

Each bite, each lick

Gobbling up with such glee...

I spy, with my little eye,

My husband has raided the fridge.

He’s eaten my pie,

He cannot deny.

That’s vexed me more than a smidge. 

Rachel McCoubrie 24.1.19