There were two unfortunate brothers,
they lived somewhere up in North London.
They were true adrenaline lovers
always tipsy but never drunken.
The big one envied brother so much
that he nearly choked him in a cradle,
he was an ugly one with a hunch
his disease was soon getting fatal.
But as life all alone had no appeal
he just covered his brother's face
so he fancied his hunch would heal
and he would find a perfect place
for him and his blind small brother
with the big one's hand on his eyes
with resentment like of a left lover
and then the small one lifted his thighs.
He led that hunchback as a guide dog
the brothers walked getting off the dime
guiding each other like a truffle-hunting hog
stumbling over each other all the time.
