on backwards day
the sun don’t shine,
the moonbeams stay
to beam moonlight,
the owls hoot
& roosters doze,
dessert replacing
Oat∙ee∙O’s
you work it out
while others play,
& show your cards
before the game,
you hit the hay
to go abroad,
then sally forth
from land of Nod.
You say good-bye
before hello–
yes, that’s the way
ass backwards go.
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