A Silly Poem About Twins and Their Twin Owies

Two little boys,
Born a minute apart,
Tried to cut limes
And gave their mother a start!

She lectured them thoroughly
About cutting a finger
And she snatched up the knives,
But then heard the ringer.

She opened the door
And welcomed her friend
And they talked up a storm
Not wanting an end.

Soon her friend left
And she went back to cooking
But after a while
Heard the sound of feet booking

Twin B shouted loudly
“Hyrum has blood!”
And the mom turned around
And it looked like a flood!

Those twins, they had gone
With the knives and the limes
Into their big brother’s bedroom
As they’d done a thousand times

And just like twins do
They cut exactly the same
And they sliced the same fingers,
Learned it wasn’t a game

So mom stuck on band-aids
And cleaned up the gore
Then got out her camera
And started shooting galore.

For mother had learned
That when adventures unfurled
It is better than not
To just share with the world.

Now when the twins
Want a citrus delight,
They go ask their Mommy
And things are just right.

P.S. My sister and I are finally getting skinnier!

See how we're doing it HERE! :)