Ego

 

Me, myself and I

Sharing in all that we buy

Taking turns, freely pass

Our manners first class

Even splitting the last piece of pie

 

Now we always seem to agree

Even though we are the three

Never quibble or squeal

As to who takes the wheel

It’s each of our cups of tea

 

With solidarity found

Echoes heard right round

Like peas in a pod

To ourself give one nod

Ah! The harmonious sound

 

Reviews

[Eldee]

Ahahahah- very, VERY clever my friend. I wasn't sure what to expect when I read the first line and title and saw the interesting rhyming scheme but I'm glad I continued. The really incredible thing about this work is it's supposed innocence, generated by the rhyme perhaps, but the real thoughtfulness that lurks beneath the rhyme. The tilting, lute beat of the poem itself is child-like in my mind, but that only adds to the emotion that I drew from it at the end. Having a huge ego is immature, but your poem isn't.

Keep up the awesome work!

[Wicahpi]

LoL cute! I'm not so sure my "me, myself, and i" would be so
'harmonious' haha (especially with pie involved!) A fun write, indeed.

[Jenny Nelson]

Liked this much. It is a very light-hearted look at the multifaceted self. A very enjoyable read! "Even splitting the last piece of pie" That's funny.

[Rowanna]

Thank you for entering my competition James. Once I have read all the entries, I will inform you of whether you got through or not. Also, I apologise for not reading the entries earlier, there have been other things on my mind.