Dee Candidate Poem by Myra Jefferson

Two of us started up the hill
Tweedle Dumb and Tweedle Dee
Tweedle Dumb, you thought you had it made
Tweedle Dee didn't trust Dee Cee

It's the land where True Blue Foes and Envy Green Friends
and other creatures lie in wait
Did you fall or were you pushed?
We'll never know, but that won't be my fate

You thought I'd join you in your descent, well here's a scoop
I only pretended to be suspended
So I would have time to recoup
Check for clearings, get my bearings
And reassemble my troupe
Who'll bring the net, so I won't get
Injured when you take your fall

Dee name's not Jill and when you fall down
I won't tumble after you
I'll keep my crown and run in this town
And win like I planned to do