In honor of my twin’s birthday today, I am sharing this humorous poem titled “The Twins” by Henry Sambrooke Leigh. Leigh was a British writer and playwright who died in 1883. Although his poem is about guys and we are girls, I still find it fitting. To Donna, my twin and my best friend, I’m happy to share my birthday with you.

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 reached a fearful pitch;
For one of us was born a twin,
Yet not a soul knew which.
One day to make the matter worse,
Before our names were fixed,
As we were being washed by nurse,
We got completely mixed;
And thus you see, by fate’s decree,
Or rather nurse’s whim,
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 mistake went on,
And when I died, the neighbors came
And buried brother John.

About Susan MIlls Wilson

Susan Mills Wilson is a native of North Carolina where she writes romantic suspense. She is the leader of the Charlotte Writers Club Mystery Critique Group and a member of Charlotte Writers Club. Subscribe to Susan’s blog at
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