If I were a club I’d be exclusive and a charter member
I’ve known myself for quite some time—as far back as I remember
I find with the exception of me and myself…I am my closest friend
This discriminative club of mine will exist until I end
I am not always very proud and I don’t always rejoice
In my decisions, or my actions, or my clumsy words of choice
All these imperfections make me human, to which I can relate
I know I’ve got some room for growth…on that there’s no debate
Let’s say that I’ve decided it’s finally time to celebrate
The founding member of my club on this unimportant date
The amusement might take place in one of the cities that I love:
New York, Paris, London, Rome, or all of the above
Perhaps we’d city hop over the course of several days
We’d dine, drink wine and sight see, and of course we’d see some plays
When I say “we” who do I mean? That is the conundrum
My self made aristocracy has me queen of an empty kingdom
The trio of guests must be me, myself and I—though the idea is prosaic
The shattered trio’s fragments have been redesigned into a unique mosaic
And…who’s to say how large a group must be to form a celebration
These plans are fixed and will remain as such, until further examination
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The Daily Post, November 13, 2015, Daily Prompt: RSVP~ Plan the ultimate celebration for the person you’re closest to, and tell us about it. Where is it? Who’s there? What’s served? What happens?<a href=”https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/rsvp/”>RSVP</a>
Love it! Such wonderful poetic words in tribute to me, myself and I, but please don’t go to Paris now. Sad things happening there.
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Very sad what’s happening there.
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