Personalities Anonymous

300 is the magic number...

Hey there I am Me,
I've been Me for many years,
I do a lot of things
You may find weird, I fear.
My sister and I play gurglies
Where you gurgle a song or tune,
The other has to guess it
Unless you laugh like a loon.
We also play rolly wars
Where you roll to the other side
Of the room in question
But I squished her and she cried.
I like listening to live versions
Of the songs I know,
The applause makes me feel epic
Sad, but it's part of the show.
I don't like people who don't text back,
I've no sense of rhythm,
I still make tents and still climb trees
Even though I'm almost a grown woman.
I'm more Countryfile than a clubber,
My idea of a good night in
Is watching movies on the telly
With lots of tea and the biscuit tin.
I click my heels like a leprechaun
When I cross the road,
I jump in puddles when they're there
And get soaked head to toe.
I don't like modern music
It's got no melody,
I knit and always bake buns and cakes
My friends say its like I'm seventy.
I live most of these precious days
With my head in the clouds.
I like it up there, everyone knows me
And my noggin' rarely comes down.
I once walked into the kitchen top
And took a massive chunk off,
Broke ten computers in one ICT class
Which some of you are aware of,
I've shaved a part of my cousin's head,
Made a ginormous house of cards,
Broke my collar bone trying to recover
A doughnut I'd dropped. Yes, bizarre
But I only ever think of food
Or strange questions to ask,
Like 'Is a puddle an ocean to a bug?'
Or 'If one stood, as a task,
Outside on a snowy day,
Spent long enough out in the cold
Would they become a snowman?'
Well, I'd rather like to know.
No-one finds my jokes funny,
My friends all writhe in pain
When I say 'Knock knock?'
In case it's another attempt again.
I can laugh at myself quite easily,
In fact I often do
For who's a person if they can't laugh at themselves?
They'll never get bored or blue.
I spend most days at the piano
If I'm not I'm at the guitar
Or with my nose in a book
Or getting mucky out in the yard.
I'm pretty sure my father
Thought I was a son
Until I started wearing girl things
And acting more like one.
I've a little bit of OCD
And my filing system's the best,
I still sleep with teddies sometimes
Just thought I'd get it off my chest.
So, that's me in a nutshell,
My personality mess.
Now let's pass it round the circle,
Who's up next?