THE TWO OF THEM
They were stood there again
A beautifully matched couple
Her demure smile
His shoulders so supple
They never move far
And gaze at the other in earnest
Her winking smile
While he tries to look his sternest
Every time I walk by
I always look for them now
To see what they're doing
And I would like to ask them how
Just how on earth do they remain civil
Never a cross word from their lips
What is their secret
Can they pass on some worldly tips
However, I peep fondly and
Scrutinize their stances
How do they do it
Do we have the same chances
How silly of me
They have to get along
Two mannequins in a shop window
They can't really go wrong!
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