Lord Cynic: "And here's the poem I was holding off until later. And yes, unicornmaddy, it's Windshipping.
Great minds think alike
Their brains operate like clockwork,
In complete and perfect tandem,
Pulling devious shenanigans,
And electrocuting people by random.
"Clever things in small packages";
The myth is thus proven true.
For the blonde original pranksters,
Love playing a trick or two.
They're sneaky and suspicious,
Never getting caught in the act.
Performing their daily quota,
With skill and stainless tact.
Their powers are surreal,
With mind reading but a second function.
When used to their advantage,
They can give any wallet a puncture.
One would be sorely mistaken,
To accuse them of being twins.
But their element and adroit minds,
Make such an awful yet delectable din.
Their only major failings,
Are severe lacks of maturity,
And spontaneous thunderstorms,
During rare periods of fury.
Nonetheless, they are unique,
And definitely two-of-a-kind,
For such perfect swindlers,
One would be unfortunate to find.
Their friends can only agree,
To their dubious behaviour,
When at times a gullible red headed backer,
Is their sole but stupid saviour.
Lord Cynic: "Backer, in the words of "Ten Things I Hate About You": Someone with money, who's stupid. Just to clear it up."