Jack Ellison Poet Quatrain

Tweedle Dum and Tweedle Dee

Meet Tweedle Dum and Tweedle-Dee
Two of a kind they both lived in a tree
Way high up on the upper most branch
Not afraid of heights but why take a chance

I fail to see why they're living up there
They don't have a bed, they don't have a chair
Must be uncomfortable and hard on the bum
Hope they're not bothered by splinters, by gum

These guys are strange, they're nincompoops
They've never liked living in community groups
Independent old souls most all of their lives
Some call 'em snobby, these guys they deride

Society is made up of all different trolls
Some are hot headed with holes in their souls
Some are real happy, like those guys the best
Sure happy I got that stuff off of my chest

Meet Tweedle Dum and old Tweedle-Dee
Two of a kind they both lived in a tree
If you guys want my opinion and advice
Get the hell down here and I won't tell you twice

© Jack Ellison 2013

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Seren Roberts August 30, 2013 at 12:30 AM Loved it Jack .....Seren Jack Ellison August 30, 2013 at 5:25 AM Many thanks dear Seren! Glad you got a kick out of it! Warm huggies... Jack xox

Carol Eastman August 29, 2013 at 2:23 PM Hey, sounds like you found some one, like our Kung Poo master... He liked trees too... LOL... Or at least when he was around us, he did... But some Trolls sure can be strange! Ask me about it! Jack Ellison August 29, 2013 at 5:01 PM LOL Kung POO! Hope he drops in again real soon! You know, I'm ALMOST believing all these guys are real! Geeeesh!

Poet Tacito August 29, 2013 at 8:07 AM Love it, love it! The last line made me laugh and reminded me of how my Mom would yell at me in those words if I was doing something stupid. Because, you know, I was 6. =D Jack Ellison August 29, 2013 at 4:59 PM Ears... years... well you know what I mean! LOL Jack Ellison August 29, 2013 at 8:13 AM Those words STILL echo in my years! Hey good buddy, hope this day is a great one for you!

Russell Sivey August 29, 2013 at 5:35 AM You speak of them like they are children, do you mean for them to be? No matter what, you paint them to be quite the individuals my friend! I don't know if I'd get along with two such independent people! I don't think I'd like to live in a tree, doesn't appeal to me, even if I did have a bed and a chair! I really enjoyed reading this amazing poem this morning! What a wonderful piece, Great Work!! Russell Sivey August 29, 2013 at 5:57 AM Where it usually is, in the ingenious part of the brain!! Jack Ellison August 29, 2013 at 5:54 AM LOL Don't know where my mind was when I wrote this one!