by Elizabeth Madox Roberts
The two-ones is the name for it,
And that is what it ought to be,
But when you say it very fast
It makes your lips say twins you see.
When I was just a little thing,
About the year before the last,
I called it two-ones all the time,
But now I always say it fast.
from Forget-Me-Nots: Poems to Learn by Heart
Selected by Mary Ann Hoberman
Little, Brown & Co, 2012
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