Twin Diners Poem by Haruna Garba

Twin cylinders, twin cylinders
When do you sound thy pipe?
Not until the tank supplies oil
And so many molecules it holds
Liquid seething in closed space
Twin spark plugs burning smooth
Each kept bright by Dollar fluid
Great ribals each sitting pretty
Have they found fat of the tank!

Twin lambkins, twin lambkins
When does either wag a tail?
Not untill the udder supplies milk
And full of the fluid it is
Yummy feed done in udder
Twin rich nipples oozing fine
Each rooted in round reservoir
Great brothers each wagging tail
Have they found fat of the land!

Twin diners, twin diners
When did you strike bargain
To eat off the same pot
Only but on diverse plates?
Does you good to part course
The diner course though off a pot.
The chefs are eager beaver types
Happy to serve created dish
To noble diners that do come in