No sense of wisdom
Or just to blind to see
When under her thumb
That though is then he!
How you could surcumb
To that type of missery?
Perhaps though for some
That is a stark reality!
Her as always on her bumb
Little miss lady muck is she!
A sad case of tweedle dumb
And tweedle dee
Old write was on here years ago rewrote
Written 2014 rewrite 2020..about friend and his partner ... 2004
Tweedle the teensy bee was being hauled along with a bunch of stuff.
He thought he was an afterthought, and said to everyone “sure enough”.
Mama had her grip on bags of junk, and he was the end of the line.
She rolled her eyes at his protests, a bee who knew how to whine.
Formula one lives
finish line fallacy flush
can you convert self?
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
erratic affairs muddle mindsets
confront life with unlike aspects
can’t let the wiseacre tell a lie
I cried the day the music died
fractals repeat their eternal patterns
like fairy tales forever and after
chanciness of life unravels
alter egos by-gone in travels
early on pace your time deftly
and scrawl your own bio wisely
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-dum and twiddle-dee-dee!
Fiddle-faddle and fiddle-dee-dee!
Now who can make sense of that silly verse?
Now that I think on it, I've written much vurse!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) All Rights Reserved
Remember Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum
From the Alice In Wonderland Thing?
Did you know those boys loved Opera
Yep, those two could really sing
If you've never seen them in action
Well, it really is such a pity
I heard them at the Metropolitan Opera
You know, that place in New York City?
Did I mention, Alice is their manager?
She gets them engagments and things
But, that's pretty much all she does
Because Alice never ever sings
I was at one of their concerts
And I watched them perform in the rain
Tweedle Dee slipped and fell off the stage
They had to pick him up with a crane
Figaro, figaro, figaro
Does anybody know what that means?
It sounds like somebody's all gassed up
From eatin' too many beans
I'm sure you have their latest CD
Or their picture on your favorite shirt
Course, I always get those things for free
That Alice is such a flirt
That's about all I can tell you now
Well, there is just one more thing
You'll know this story is over
When you hear the fat boys sing
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