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 awa
I ask myself, "who was 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.
Relate, relate, relate! :)
ReplyDeleteHoly shit girl, you and me, were seriously sharing alife. Blek!
ReplyDeleteSeamus ~ Great isn't it :/ lol
ReplyDeleteMuse ~ You can say that again! Double blek!!
Mush,
ReplyDeleteI like it! I totally identify with the little poem. Yesterday, after wrestling to create a "dual-boot" computer out of an old machine I had hanging around all day, I just "bonked". I couldn't think of my own name. It got better, but for about a half hour, I was literally a slobbering imbecile. Bad deal. Wrestling with Linux all day will do that to you, I guess.
Anyway, we all have times where we think our brain's leaked out our ears. That's just life. Take it easy, and--like George Carlin said--"Don't sweat the petty stuff...and don't pet the sweaty stuff."
Firehawk ~ wow that must have been one powerful 'bonk' teeheehee.
ReplyDeleteHmm I'm in a silly mood today and giggling like an idiot over everything you've said. I think I'm over-tired. I better shut up before I start on the sweaty petting lol.