it would be easy to write a poem about myself

or, you

they,

them...

it would be novel to write about the politically incorrectness of adding Tang

to find wine...

it would be fun to write of flowers, rainbows, and baby mice..

it would be a poem...

But maybe, it wold be best  for me, you, they and them,to not write a poem today

instead to sit and think of Tang, flowers, rainbows, baby mice,

and wine.