A silly little poem I wrote for an assignment several years ago when I was in the seventh grade. Since then, it has been published a number of times. (:

Me, Myself, and I.
Who else do we need?
Together we fly!
Just Me, Myself, and I.

But on Mondays,
Me can't play.
So I turn to Myself,
and I say,

"If Me can't play,
We are no longer three."

But Myself just smiles
and laughs "tee hee!"
She does not care.
She does not like Me.