I'm looking for a backwards story/poem/limerick that has a line in it "she went into the cellar to sweep the upstairs room". My Dad used to tell it to me and now he's forgotten it
It was a nice day in October, last September in July
The moon lay thick upon the ground,
The mud shone in the sky.
The flowers were singing sweetly,
The birds were in full bloom,
So I went into the cellar to sweep an upstairs room.
The time was Tuesday Morning, on Wednesday, just at night.
When I saw a thousand miles a way, a house just out of sight.
The walls projected backwards, the front around the back.
It stood alone with others,
The fence was white as black.
It was moonlight on the ocean,
No streetcar was in sight.
The sun was shining brightly,
And it rained all day that night.
It was summer in the winter,
And the snow was falling fast.
A barefoot boy with shoes on
Was sitting in the grass.
It was evening and the rising sun
Stood setting in the night,
And everything that I could see
Was hidden from my sight.
This was all I found and it did not have a title, author, date, country of origin... nothing. It was a little snippet from what appeared to be a church's monthly newsletter. Just above the "poem" was in bold "Delirious Verses"... but I do not believe this is the actual title. [ familyfirst's advice column | Ask familyfirst A Question ]
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