Saturday, September 27, 2008

Differentiation

I still can't tell the Freeman twins apart.
Rayanna doesn't like my underpants,
And Maya thinks that watering the plants
Is only something for the faint at heart.
Rayanna feels that pilling is an art
For tender little folk, and Maya rants
About the monks who sing Gregorian chants.
Neither is beautiful, or nice, or smart.

So when they offered me the chance to be
With them one night, it almost made me faint,
But when I swooned, and offered no complaint,
They gave me smelling salts, and coddled me
Until my head swelled, making me agree.
I am a patient man, but not a saint.

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