Forgetful Poem
My forgetter’s getting better
But my rememberer is broke.
To you that may seem funny but,
To me, that is no joke.
For when I'm “here” I'm wondering
If I really should be “there.”
And, when I try to think it through,
I haven't got a prayer!
Oft times I walk into a room,
Say “what am I here for?”
I wrack my brain, but all in vain
A zero, is my score.
At times I put something away
Where it is safe, but, Gee!
The person it is safest from
Is, generally, me!
When shopping I may see someone,
Say “Hi” and have a chat,
Then, when the person walks away,
I ask myself, “who's that?”
Yes, my forgetter’s getting better
While my rememberer is broke,
And it's driving me plumb crazy
And that isn't any joke.
Don't forget to laugh!
