Twin poem

Two hungry mouths, two runny noses;
This little piggy on twenty toeses;
Four sticky hands, that's twenty fingers.
On chairs and walls, banana lingers.

Before our walks, I scrub two faces,
Snap-zip-button and tie four laces.
After their bath, I trim forty nails
And two fold are their angry wails.

There are two carseats to buckle,
Sometimes two bruises to kiss,
And yet when I watch them playing
What I feel is doubled bliss.

I could add up all the laundry
And divide lap space and time
And subtract the sleep
I've missed And multiply the grime.

But however I compute it
Through the outs and through the ins;
The sum total of my number play Is this:
I truely love my twins.

-Author unknown