Utter metaphysic

Routine, or lobster spleen?
Save indigestion
Whether tis older or more like rice pudding
Gibbons dross or utter metaphysic
So to outface, I know not at what table
And cream of eiderdown them
Arise, and beep, or else litiginous bend them
The thousand gravel clocks or ere we weep
And slowly grind them.

{Mirror writing:}
dam gnivar – slee dam llA

Higgledly piggledly ping
My number has married a string
No lemon or tenses
I'm out of my senses
Higgledy piggledy ping.

Delighted          Oh no!
Benighted          Said Poe
He sort of         And the raven
ignited.                       Exploded.