Twins' Night Out


From a distance,
You look liiiike some boobs,

Even though I know you're not.

From a distance,
How could I eeeeaaaeeever choose,
A sleeping jughead tot?

From a distance,
We've all had enough,
And this won't be allowed to stand.
And there is no way - no how
That you cannot seeeee!
Big frosted tracts of land.

Thanks to Gina C., who would like to remind bakers that God is watching us.