Spick and Span

Spick and Span were twins, they were,
Always well-presented.
Well-behaved and well brought up,
Their parents were contented.

With polished shoes, and neat, clean shirts
The twins walked smartly by.
Shiny bright, immaculate;
The apples of their mother’s eye.

Until one day, they had a scrap,
Spick had called Span names.
Span hit Spick, Spick hit him back;
Their anger rose like flames.

They fought like cat and dog, or worse,
Rolled in muck and mud
Their clothes got ripped and dirty,
Smeared with filth and blood.

Pulled apart by passers-by,
Home they quickly ran.
Barely recognisable;
No longer Spick and Span.