SEMORDNILAP

In an inverse world where the devil lived

There was a dog called god

He had a room on a distant moor

where he ate his fill of stressed desserts

and on occasion drowned a regal lager

In the tip of the room there was a pit

where he sometimes would pan a nap

And every week he'd loop a pool

where he would do a lap with his pal

But more often than not he enjoyed a tub

Rather raw was his taste for war

for he hunted deer with a bow of reed

Sometimes when his gut gave him a tug

he would peek at the bananas in his keep

And snap a few on his pans

And when his pots had boiled to a stop

And sleep came over the banana peels

The dog called god played tag with his gat

catching a few naps on the span of his bed