April 28, 2018
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Brewer Twins
Two little piggies, each a twin,
One was fat and one was thin.
Thin one ate beef and blancmange;
Fat one starved, but neither changed.
In my family, we have this weird thing called the Brewer Twins. It's a dominant trait that comes through my maternal great-grandmother's side of the family, where the second and third toes are the same length. My third toe is slightly shorter than my second, but my mom always said I had the Brewer Twins just like all my brothers and sisters. Maybe she didn't want me to feel left out, but honestly, it wasn't that big a deal to me. What is a big deal is how the joint in my third toe has become inflamed. That's the fat piggie twin in the poem. That joint will never be normal again, thanks to erosive osteoarthritis. Getting old kind of sucks.
The poem is in the style of a nursery rhyme and is NPM Scavenger Hunt Prompt #14: Describe your toes without using the word toe/s. I know blancmange is not pronounced the way you have to say it to make the poem rhyme; I used poetic license. One more day in April, and one more poem to post. It's my most ambitious one yet, and I'll be posting it on Sunday, a.k.a. The Internet Is Dead day of the week. Oh well, c'est la vie.
Comments (4)
That's a fun poem -- true in itself, but a neat metaphor as well!
I've never heard of "Brewer's twins" - very interesting... The poem is cute and it helps that there is a photo! Wearing Kinky in Helsinki?
I should have explained about the Brewer Twins. Brewer was my great-grandmother's maiden name. The trait is just called that in our family because it comes down through the Brewer line.
Limbo Bimbo.
Never heard of it ~ how interesting ~
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