Each born with five fingers

They were the glove twins

Larry Left and Ronnie Right

Thick but not stupid; you understand

Most active when cold

They were an inseparable pair

Until Larry got lost

What good was Ronnie on his own

Larry waited at a local park

Longing to be found

His telepathic brotherly link

Returned an engaged tone

Next day arrived

With the strong scent of suede

New twins had arrived

Ronnie prepared for the worse

His best hope

Was a one handed cold person

A hope

That was never realised