In a room quite shadowy and lit dimly, Two plumbers sat, looking quite twinly. One with a brush, the other with glass, Playing a game, time sure did pass. "Mario, my man," said one to the other, "Shall we go on, or call it a brother?" With a coin and a star, their spirits were merry, In their secret den, where all was but cherry. ๐โจ Pausing they sat, mid-game, without hurry, Two mirrored souls, same hats, in no flurry. They ventured in worlds from castles to pits, But here they just smile, with mischief that fits.๐๐ฎ