Trading In My Twin
My twin brother has been missing for a few months now. Ever since that horrible day in January when he got booted, soaked and almost frozen when Little Johnny took him out with him in that terrible snow blizzard. Afterwards, he was left all alone and hung out to dry by Little Johnny's mother. That's when he first disappeared, this time. I know sometimes his life stinks but hey so does mine. This isn't the first time he went missing; he's disappeared on us a few times, but he always manages to show up unexpectedly, so I suspect he will pop up again sometime soon, all filthy and in dire need of a shower. He'll be all ready to be buddy, buddy with me again. But maybe this time I'll be the one who goes missing, maybe this time I'll pull one over his toes and give him a taste of his own medicine and be the twin brother who gets lost or hides. We'll see how he likes being tossed and locked up in the missing sock basket and shoved up in the corner of the missing socks shelf way up high where the spiders crawl and cobwebs entwine and collect. Wholly Moley, guess who just showed up in Rover's mouth- Yep! ((My twinster)) And, just how I expected, filthy, dirty and wholly. Growing up with no parents isn't easy, ya know. It really socks. The only good thing about it is that I can trade my twin brother in for another one, which by all means I will do.
My twin brother stinks
Trading him for another
Sucks being a sock
Copyright © Charles Messina | Year Posted 2024
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