“Me, myself and I”
was snappy repartee
though I couldn’t tell you why.
A hundred years have passed
voices come and gone
but me, myself and I
remain and chatter on.
Here’s where we meet for coffee
this tri-partite banquette
you can find us here engaged
in earnest tête-à-tête.
If occasionally you hear
barnyard din from this old tree
remember me, myself and I
can often disagree.
More thanks to the S.W. Berg Photo Archives.
March 27, 2017 at 10:24 am
Made me smile!
March 27, 2017 at 11:41 am
Thank you! What a very nice thing to know!
March 27, 2017 at 10:28 am
But, sometimes you get just the answer you want from ‘me, myself, and I’. 🙂
March 27, 2017 at 11:30 am
That’s true: sometimes I surprise myself — and me too!