NAME GAME
Here is a poem and a stupid game to playAll about names but turned round another wayBlame Mabel is the first that came to my mindI hope Mabel won't think I'm being unkind The second name I juggled and turned aroundMason becomes Moans would be his soundI wonder to myself if Mia has got a good AimTurn her name around its still the same I will leave this name game in a sad stateConcerns a lady who died who was ninety eightShe died in her armchair with a glass of sherryI am referring to Ruby that they came to Bury