Mini Me
A poem about my I.D. it's the teacher's fault.
It hangs on your neck
It even stays in your wallet.
It weighs a little, but hey!
It is important.
Every little thing about me,
It is written in there.
Like what they say,
It’s my identification.
Like a duplicate of me.
It has my name,
It has my address and number,
It even has my face in it.
It’s been my "mini me" for a while now.
Every school day,
It says on my neck.
Irritating maybe, but I’m glad I have it.
It even stays in your wallet.
It weighs a little, but hey!
It is important.
Every little thing about me,
It is written in there.
Like what they say,
It’s my identification.
Like a duplicate of me.
It has my name,
It has my address and number,
It even has my face in it.
It’s been my "mini me" for a while now.
Every school day,
It says on my neck.
Irritating maybe, but I’m glad I have it.
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