Fi Ylno


The words and letters jumble

She writes them front to back

To re-arrange the round way right

She hasn’t got the knack.

Thankful that the month has come

For Christmas pudding stirs

She shuts her eyes, spoons round and round

For name change to be hers.

She could have been an Ava,

Lil, Izzi, Viv or Elle.

To her chagrin she is Lirpa

“But I’m April”, hear her yell.

She’s mistress of semordnilap


We panic in a pew,

But give her words that most write right

She’s really in a stew.

The ones that she can manage,

Noon, level, kayak – more

Flow from her pen, like racecar,

Was it a cat I saw?

‘Tis Ivan on a visit,

Nurse, I spy gypsies, run.

A clue to name she’s wishing for?

Now Eve, we’re here, we’ve won!