Danny Tolly and Dixie Moster's Chrimbo limbo...

Danny Tolly and Dixie Moster were born as twins into a Chrimbo
limbo.
Born nameless and shameless and agile but fragile Mum cried and sighed
and pierced her heart with a fleeting and impoverished poisoned
dart.
"Take them and cake them and make them happy," she declared. She
cared. "Split them and knit them and make them serene. Who am I to
deserve yet preserve? How can I provide without divide? Who am I to
nurture without future? Love from above is all I own."
So Danny and Dixie went here then there and far then wide and further
then farther enjoying many white Chrimbo akimbo to their substitute
kin.
Danny's mummy dillied and follied and fed and hugged until he felt he
could bear no more love. Awash with care that would quash his dare, at
one and twenty at Chrimbo eve he stumbled across a humbled
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"My name is Dix and I'm in a fix. No more love and no more need. My
substitute kin bashed and boshed and lashed and crashed until I am the
shell you see before. Take me on this Chrimbo eve and a quench this
stench."
Spoiled Danny boiled and toiled.
"You? Take you? A coup to my sense? Do you know who I am? I am Danny
Tolly - the boy who accepts no folly. If there be strife in your life
then run with a knife and cut your pain. Don't harp at me like a
poisoned carp."
Dixie stirred at the name then returned to her pain.
"I thank that you are frank," she replied.
Danny's snub bore heavily for the year to come. He searched and
perched after the humbled girl but never came close - indeed he became
morose.
Until a year on at the age of two and twenty and the night of Chrimbo
eve. Who should be seen but a queen who before was a humbled
girl.
"Dix! Hit me with sticks! I've been a fool in a pool of spoils and
coils," declared Danny. "I have searched and perched for your hand.
Will you share the sand of love with me?"
Dixie gazed at Danny with a look of despair.
"Does my name not highlight nostalgia?" she replied.
Danny whirled and curled.
"We are twins! Born on this night to a Chrimbo limbo!" Stated
Dixie.
Danny thought and fought and caught some sort. A piercing snip of
thought caressed his sense.
"When we started we were parted," he cried. "I've tried and lied to
vanquish your thought. But our blood is like mud - deep without a heap
yet strong. He have found and are bound - now we must find the kin who
delighted in this sin."
So Dixie Moster and Danny Tolly made it their own to divulge their own
bone. They danced and they pranced at the newly forged bond. But sought
to discover their mother of old.
And so it was on the Chrimbo of 2000, the day of their birth, when
their mother of old received a knock that was to shock.
"Why do you stand when we had to sit?" Said Danny.
"Why do you smile when we had not a mile?" Said Dixie.
Mother of old stepped in from the cold and glanced for a fleet at the
steel that would beat her and meat her and eat her and make her crash
to a sleep.
"I'm sorry," mother of old declared. "You have the wrong quarry. I
wish for no more than a warm dish on this day. I am alone without a
bone and no child for my tone. As it has been on all days for tears and
years. My child and her kin were forsaken then taken - to a better
world of divide for I could not provide."
Danny's look went by the book.
"We are that child and her kin. Why did you leave us in the bin? Were
we not the child and her kin we should have been? Did we convulse and
repulse then scream like a bad dream?"
Mother of old glanced at her loves.
"If you are bold then I will fold. But hear this my sweet - don't act
on this fleet. My reason maybe treason but your eyes tell me more. I
was torn as a porn to another man's whim. Slammed and dammed by his
eagerless crime. I was shot in the soul and left with a hole - filled
by my loves who would be left with the dole. I was shaped and caped by
a town full of cold. How could I care at that teenage page? I had to
divide for their own totureless life and I was left to drip and then I
was to die."
Dixie Moster and Danny Tolly glared aghast at their mother of old. Not
the devilish luster they had envisaged, but an unrelished disaster in
need of some fluster. So they entered and hugged and tore at their
pain, and swore from then on their life was not in vein.