I Raced Myself

I raced myself down Drury Lane,
I paced myself with hasty grace
For this great race was ace on ace
And I could only face first place.

Though some complained:
“Explain this brain!
It’s plain this boy’s in and outsane!
To think he’s two is painful vain!”

But I’d take no nasty sass.
So I and me tore toward the end full blast,
Gassing to the finish dastardly fast
When we both stopped short aghast –

Me and myself were in a race for last.

All the other other mes had long ago run past…