The Johnstone Boys

The Johnstone boys were clearly trouble
A fight with them meant pain was double
Their Mother Janice she despaired
She was the only one who cared
Then she had a bright idea
To save the neighbourhood from fear
An expert in the art of pain
She got them to a consultation
With the promise of a short vacation
He gave them tablets to digest
And said things would be for the best
Next morning they both woke as girls
With curvy hips and lots of curls
To go outside they had no choice
Both had got a high pitched voice
They squealed in anger at their mum
And the evil deed that she had done
Mother said, "I'm sorry, guys
It must have come as some surprise
I burnt your clothes and bought anew
Now listen this is what you'll do.
At half past six down here you muster
Tights and dress and feather duster
Clean the place from head to toe
Then I might think to let you go."
They behaved like girls as they were told
Both of them as good as gold
But change them back to evil kid?
Their mum just smiles... she never did.