Twins
The pair of a straight brave birth
That twice gives maternal mirth,
The victory screams louder
And bigger baby powder!
No more held as mystery
While pairs still make history,
Their background bared by medicine
That little Leaves as missing:
“Babes can live in unison,
Where for nine months child’s prison.”
Class of Mankind unusual,
No soft spot for The Casual:
It’s a firm wish to break out
Twins long for ideas to tout!
Pairs mean their “No!” to parents:
“We shan’t be your adherents!”
And you see them win the war,
Dad or Mum to nurse a sore…
Unless you’re tough don’t face twins,
In your skin would stick pins:
Have poor you round and round spin;
Those who can punch face your chin…
And how can you know just which?
For the Identical Witch!
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