Myself and Me
Reading edition
Unlike George Cohan, the Jumbler doesn't love himself.
'Tis torrid here and all have gone To seashore on a trot; I'm left alone, alas! and I'm The only friend I've got. I've walked with me and talked with me Until I'm satiate; I'm sick and tired and bored with me; The thought of me I hate. Divorce I'd have 'tween self and me; For happiness I'd strike; We're surely incompatible 'Cause too darned much alike.
