One of my blogfriends has a bit of a problem which she has blogged about (see link below)

I am ashamed to say that I laughed at her predicament. Happily she forgave me but not before challenging me to write her a poem. You do need to read her account to fully understand what's going on.

By Royal Invitation Only

“We” got an invitation
Mr Wonderful and “me”
To a party in the garden
Of her Royal Majesty

“I” chose what I’d be wearing
“I” thought I’d get a hat
I’d go along and look the part
“I” knew I’d manage that

“I” held the invitation
And read each word you see
When suddenly “I” realised
It was for the other “me”

The “me” that I’d forgotten
The “me” I used to be
The “me” that was invited
Wasn’t exactly “me” but “she”

So I’ve written off to Swansea
To the lovely DVLC
To get some proof in writing
Of my real identity

Perhaps my licence doesn’t come
What if it comes too late
I’ll have to see the Palace
From the other side of the gate

At least “I” got an invitation
To the Palace don’t you see
Though that blessed invitation
Was for “her” and not for “me”

©Marian Barker

http://wotnopeoplecarrier.blog.co.uk/2007/06/08/p2419141#c3744660