ME  AND MY SHADOW
Watch out! My Shadow’s on the loose
with beaked visage , dressed in puce.                                               
He’s up to no good, I can tell
trailing his embers straight from hell.

Rude, uncouth, he throws a fit,
replacing niceness with a snit.
He gets like that from time to time,
just when my life is too sublime.

They say that I should chat with him—
admit he springs from my own whim.
But what if he enlists me too
and I become a scary shrew?

What’s worse, they say that he’s a she–
“if I’m a she, then he’s like me.”
No way! I know that it’s a him.
Thinking female would be too grim.

I never thought that this offender
would ever be a transgender!
Oh heck, I’ll claim him for my own,
despite bad seeds that it has sown.

If he is me then I can stay
his acting out this very day!
I’ll say not he or she but we
and end this Shadow fricassee.