The Twins

by maida   Jun 2, 2008


In form and feature, face and limb,
I grew so like my brother,
That folks got taking me for him,
and each for one another.
It puzzled all our kitch and kin,
It reached a fearful pitch,
For one of us was born a twin,
Yet not a soul knew which.

One day to make the matter worse
Before our names were fixed,
As we were being washed by nurse,
We got completely mixed;
And thus you see by fate's decree,
Or rather nurses whim,
My brother John was named me,
And i was named him

This fatal likeness ever dogged
My footsteps when at school,
And i was always getting flogged,
For John turned out a fool,
I put this question fruitlessly
To everyone i knew,
What would you do if you were me,
To prove that you were you?

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  • 16 years ago

    by Gabba Gabba Hey

    I'm dissapointed with myself that I didn't notice that some of your poems were this way. Disregard my past comment.

    That's for the actual author of it, Henry Sambrooke Leigh.

    Please, Maida?

  • 16 years ago

    by Gabba Gabba Hey

    'For one of us was born a twin,
    Yet not a soul knew which.'
    haha, nice.
    'And i was named him'
    this line ought to be longer, it doesn't quite fit the rest of that stanza.
    This is...limerick like. My favorite of what I've read from you so far. Still some mistakes that detract, but it's good, and light hearted. Nice.

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