I like to count backwards on Wednesdays
I like to count backwards on Wednesdays
It’s something that I’ve always done
I start at a thousand and twenty
And stop at a hundred and one
I like to count backwards on Wednesdays
Whether cloudy or rainy or fine
My favourite number’s a hundred and ten
Or was it a hundred and nine?
When I first began counting backwards
My troubles and woes disappeared
A friend of mine says he counts sideways
But he’s always been a bit weird.
I like to count backwards on Wednesdays
I hope you now understand why
If you don’t I can’t help any further
I’ve another appointment – goodbye!
It’s something that I’ve always done
I start at a thousand and twenty
And stop at a hundred and one
I like to count backwards on Wednesdays
Whether cloudy or rainy or fine
My favourite number’s a hundred and ten
Or was it a hundred and nine?
When I first began counting backwards
My troubles and woes disappeared
A friend of mine says he counts sideways
But he’s always been a bit weird.
I like to count backwards on Wednesdays
I hope you now understand why
If you don’t I can’t help any further
I’ve another appointment – goodbye!
This poem is copyright (©) John Dredge 2026
About the Writer
John Dredge
John Dredge has had his work broadcast on BBC Radio London and BBC 6Music. He has been published in The Manchester Post, The Morecambe Poetry Festival Anthology, and the Dirigible Balloon children’s anthology Sky Surfing. He has also had work shown as part of an exhibition run by The Poetry Society.
