The Mold

On the night out with Beery O'Leary
I felt queasy as he presented his query
Said the self said soooothe sayer
"When you peel back each
layer a man is basically
putty". "Why then", he said
"do we crown some of their heads
while some we send home bruised and muddy"?
As he hiccuped, I reviewed his pregunta
inviting my Id and Ego to junta
Two identical twins
With matching feet and grins
Though apparently the same
Right down to hair and name
Might differ minutely
When viewed astutely
In how they match the defining criteria
"Hysteria", O'Leary he exclaimed
It's not how the question is framed
but the content which leads us to answer
Being no soliloquy dancer me
I'm inclined to agree
The reasoning seems simply deplorable
That an adorable twin
Might face our chagrin
by not fully matching
The itch we need scratching
O'Leary quite cool, pushed back from his stool
"It's the mold", he stated
rather elated,
"It grows on anything, that becomes complacent".
"And if not cleared up when nascent,
will lead to stinking basement,
poor thinking or lead people to drinking".
"The Mold is to blame for the slander
of my great name as they call me
Beery, O'Leary.

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