I have two girls,
As lovely as pearls.
They fill my
Heart with delight.
Until they
Fight.
Sometimes
They're mad.
Sometimes
They're sad.
Sometimes
Envy is the key.
But fighting
Is no good,
Can't you see?
It hurts
To hit
Or spit
It hurts
To yell
Or tell.
Sometimes
They ask
"Do you
Love me
More?"
I say
"I love you
Equally,
That's for sure!"
