You’re my upside down inside out girl.
Left is right and right is left.
‘It’s toast on cheese and toast on egg’;
stop it falling with a peg!

It’s inside when you mean outside
and outside when you mean inside.
So you are out when you you’re in
and in when you’re out!
It’s no wonder I start to doubt.

Go down when you mean up
and up when you mean down.
Such information makes me frown;
especially when we arrive in the wrong town!

‘Is it left or right?’
‘I don’t know!’
Well it makes life interesting,
wondering which way to go.
‘I know being dyslexic
means you can’t be specific
but I think one of these days,
we’ll end up in the Pacific!’