Are Handcuffs Cufflinks?

The slippers, shoes, left by two feet,

I understand as same is neat,

though one turns right, the other not,

so not identical at all;

though walking as I do, like you,

I frequent feel I’ve two left feet.

Now earrings, always paired I think -

but rooted, ring round lobe returns -

can differ though of self-same style,

as with two socks in converse linked,

distracting as I follow on

the early riser, darkness dressed.

From candlesticks, two vases set

on mantlepiece where once displayed,

along with photo of my wife,

a twin, identical it’s said,

but I know simply by the eyes

as I perceive an inner light.

Oh for pince-nez in socket, screwed,

a spectacle to see indeed,

when pair of glasses says it all,

though lenses differ as do I

in optic take of focal length -

though not a patch on blinkered views.

Those turtle doves awaiting pears,

with chopsticks, cuff links, tweezers too,

these scissors, drumsticks, mittens, gloves,

two magpies scene as bringing luck,

and headphones, speakers, bookends shelved,

say, ‘They’re a right pair’, so what’s wrong?

Should we pare down those coupled things,

the bloomers, trousers, pants, the like

still singular as garments, hose;

but brassière that one could burn

more single minded as a term,

like brazier, of smoulder coal?

What now for jumbo, swimming trunks...?

Light hearted, more than theme deserves,

what scene of clones is here discerned?