The Twins (Christ)

[Bishka]

The Twins
by Henry Sambrooke Leigh

In form and feature, face and limb,
I grew so like my brother,
That folks got taking me for him,
And each for one another.
It puzzled all our kith and kin,
It reach a fearful pitch;
For one of us was born a twin,
Yet not a sould knew which.

One day, to make
the matter worse,
Before our names were fixed,
As we were being
washed by the nurse,
We got completley mixed;
And thus, you see,
by fate's decree,
My brother John
got christened me,
And I got christened him.

This fatal likeness even dogged
My footsteps when at school,
And I was always getting flogged,
For John turned out a fool.
I put this question, fruitlessly,
To everyone I knew
"What would you do,
if you were me,
To prove that you were you?"

Our close resemblance
turned the tide
Of my domestic life,
For somehow, my intended bride
Became my brother's wife.
In fact, year after year the same
Absurd mistakes went on,
And when I died,
the neighbors came
And buried brother John.