Tis All Flipping Poem by Adeosun Olamide

Cradle, coffins-bear same being
Blooms creeps withered- frail comes hail
Dusts coats golden- webs sprawls castle-
Rats’ art throne, the vi-ers all rotten
Life-s all precious- hollows is stocking
Ask sailors sea neath- hear sad-nesses joy-
Calm and tempest- tis all flipping
Here and there, our soul to, fro
Cherub to demon- foes to bosom-
Honor, baseness, infamy-
Art, hark- addled- percept flipping
Light bore darkness- shadows creeps then
Art, hark- addled- percept flipping
Robes are rags- brides are widows
Cradle, coffins- we all flipping