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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
Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum
are two friends of mine.
They hung out with dear Alice.
They knew her in her prime.
They smoked some dope,
least that's the hope,
in caterpillar time,
oh, tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum,
they are two friends of mine.
Mr. Dum loved the Cheshire cat
Mr. Dee the Jabberwocky,
both of them shunned the Hatter,
he made the bitterest tea.
Why Dad named them
both the same thing
only the rabbit knew.
What he'd done was a shame
seeing that they were TWO!
Just two boys, round formed,
beak capped, and bow legged
but, oh the trouble that they caused,
they never were up staged!
My deadly duo,
famous two-o,
who would there be but thee,
just ask Alice, she'll agree
twin boys of dread debauchee.
I was sitting inside the gazebo eating a hot dog
watching the swans swim in the beautiful lake
it came out of nowhere buzzing round the place
tumbling and bumbling read to do bite and sting
I hurried to my backpack to get my epi pen
but already the swelling had begun I froze
when I saw the size of the bee that bit me
it took a gardener and a stranger to inject me
I never saw what happened next, cuz I fainted
but the next thing I knew I was sipping koolaid
from a plastic cup and wearing a wet compress
all this fuss because of a bad reaction, dum bee.
Nov 30, 2019
Not for contest.
The province of delayed gratification
Poetry is dead.
There is now no appetite for deep reflection
In this far from limpid pool.
Abhorrent is meditation
To the present lords of all misrule.
Carpe diem once was for the nonce
Its writ now runs for aye.
Omnivorous science depredates
The very bones of our being.
Gradgrindery completely disintegrates
The very heart of our seeing.
Dawkins' dogma aims to destroy the spirit
And we are not the better for it.
Thus shrivels the soul and all that resides there,
Are we but creatures of accident,totally threadbare?
Until economic Armageddon strips us of cultural shame
Our choice is but to shroud the flame.
Depredation must needs be followed by reparation.
And then that rara avis,the phoenix anew
Will rise from the ashes,bright feathers in view.
We will illumine our world once more
When the bright flame of poetry will once again soar.
Meet Tweedle Dum and Tweedle-Dee
Two of a kind they lived in a tree
Way up high 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 want my opinion and very sage advice
Get the hell down I won't tell you twice
Shut up! Go to Hell! Damn it!
Yes, swears were coming from the dining room, and they were not pretty.
I knew as soon as I heard them, whose voice it was.
I rolled my eyes. Whose idea was it to have Sam watch Dum Dum?
Yes, my husband's fifteen-year-old nephew had been keeping an eye on the parrot while we were on vacation.
He and my husband were doubled over with laughter next to the cage.
My husband had tears in his eyes from the levity.
It’s the first time I had seen my husband laugh like this in a long time.
It was so good for him!
I turn my head, so if they would peek out, they would not know that I had been just as sneakily been peeking in.
We all know I am the enforcer, and they obviously do not want to be caught.
Tonight when the Bible Study Group gets here, Dum Dum's cage will be secure in the basement, however.
I'm not the one named DumDum.