J and C
My boys are playing, sabers aloft,
I hope that their strikes are a bit soft,
good thing its not real, no damage done,
bit of that and, they’re off on the run.
I love to watch them climb and play,
to chat with friends, catch every ray,
to cuddle in movie or have Chinese,
often I’ll do whatever they please.
Joey as dinosaur for half the game!
Chimo hangs in, not the least bit tame.
The eldest one never likes to lose,
younger one bugs him until he stews.
For me they never fail to amaze,
while they are asleep or during the days,
Chimo, a quip that comes with a smile,
Joey, a hug that holds me for a while.
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