Bats My Twin and I
Bats are flying again.
It would not be distressing to me.
But I have a twin.
Bats in the house.
Swooping down on creamed cheese.
My twin screaming in a kind of wheeze.
We used to agree on most everything
But I like my bats.
They have plenty of zing.
My identical twin is the prissy one.
Her idea for bats
Is in no way fun…
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019
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