My forgetter is getting better,
But my rememberer is broke
To you this 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!
Otf 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 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.
