This is how it would go:
Q: Who are you?
A: I don’t know.
Q: What do you mean? Who would you want to be?
A: Well, anyone else really. Just not me!
Q: What is your age?
A: Hard to say, in between somewhere…
Old, but not yet sage.
Q: You’re mysterious, you! What about your family?
A: I’ve once been married,
I’ve got parents
and a dog…
And then there’s just me.
Q: Hobbies then, you must have those?
A: Oh, I do – just like most.
I like to read, I like to write,
watch bad TV all through the night.
Then there’s Facebook and now this blog,
watching the views go up, I say I’m quite agog.
But in answer to your question
about my spare time;
I put pen to paper in words that
too often rhyme.
Q: Has it always been that way?
A: I don’t quite know what to say…
I have always played with words,
but most of it has been unheard.
I dig the old stuff out once in a while,
and read through it with a veeery guilty smile!
Q: Well OK, we’re nearly done here. But what about love?
A: Nah, that love thing’s not for me,
I’ve been quite badly burned you see…
There was one, there was two, three and four
I don’t think I’ll bother
with that love thing anymore.
For Day 14 of NaPoWriMo 2015 I wrote a follow up to this – almost for years later: Interview With Myself Part II (four years later).