From : Going to Pieces

For the young at heart.


Harold was born back to front
And so, it was not clear
If he was on his way somewhere
Or heading back to here

Was he getting off the bus?
Or was he getting on?
Did he come to visit us
Or had he been and gone?

He`s ever such a happy chap
Who does not seem to mind

Even though he`s front to back and back to front behind.

Neve hguoht s`eh tnorf ot kcab dna kcab ot tnorf dniheb.

Poetry by Yanto
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Written on 2016-02-09 at 19:35

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
very clever

A very nice read. I like it.

Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
This is very funny. The title and final line really add to it.