Either Way, It's Ok Poem by Alan balter

Either Way, It's OK


Words spelled the same either way can be a real hoot
Like civic, racecar, madam, radar, rotator and toot
Spell them left or right and join right in the fun
Try kayak, eye, level, a Toyota, or a nun

For clever kids, here's a question I feel obliged to raise
Can you spell either way with an entire phrase?
Here's Kaye a red nude, peeped under a yak
Or even better: Campus motto, bottoms up Mac!

Dennis and Edna sinned, and God saw I was a dog
Hey! Go hang a salami, I'm a lasagna hog
I've been thinking: Was it Eliot's toilet I saw
Some men interpret nine memos, I'm in a state of awe

One popped into my head while chewing on some gum
Few men have committed murder for a jar of red rum
Now it's your turn, so I'm leaving it to you
But, let's not go to church, because we panic in a pew


























































But the only race I won was the dash home for dinner

In basketball, my aim was quite rotten
Because I was thinking about sauerbraten
And in games of soccer, I scored no goals
How could I when dreaming about egg rolls?

Instead of practicing football each day
I helped my mother trim a filet
At tossing horseshoes I missed the stakes
Though I really zeroed in on chocolate cakes

"Here's a couple of chairs, " the kids would tease
When three steps uphill caused me to wheeze
"Y'know, you're really a fine, fat fellow
You'd look like a school bus if we painted you yellow

Still, I laughed through all their jokes and wisecracks
While finding great comfort in four more Big Macs
Of course, it was difficult to fit into my clothes
Where do you find size 5X; nobody knows

Now it's five years later, and I'm lean as a blade
I've lost one hundred-fifty; what progress I've made
And all the old guys from school have gotten fat
For Christmas they get yellow paint; imagine that



Fit or Fat


When I was a kid of seven or eight
I ate everything that was on my plate
Dad put me in sports; he wanted a winner
But the only race I won was the dash home for dinner

In basketball, my aim was quite rotten
Because I was thinking about sauerbraten
And in games of soccer, I scored no goals
How could I when dreaming about egg rolls?

Instead of practicing football each day
I helped my mother trim a filet
At tossing horseshoes I missed the stakes
Though I really zeroed in on chocolate cakes

"Here's a couple of chairs, " the kids would tease
When three steps uphill caused me to wheeze
"Y'know, you're really a fine, fat fellow
You'd look like a school bus if we painted you yellow

Still, I laughed through all their jokes and wisecracks
While finding great comfort in four more Big Macs
Of course, it was difficult to fit into my clothes
Where do you find size 5X; nobody knows

Now it's five years later, and I'm lean as a blade
I've lost one hundred-fifty; what progress I've made
And all the old guys from school have gotten fat
For Christmas they get yellow paint; imagine that