... My Forgetter's Getting Better But My Remember-er is Broke, The Poem
Often times I walk into a room, and say "What am I here for?"
I wrack my brain, but all in vain, a zero is my score.
At times I put something where it's safe, but, gee!
The person it is safest from is usually only me!
When I run into someone who says "Hey" and have a chat,
The person walks away and I ask myself, "Who the heck was that?"
Yes, my forgetter's getting better while my remember-er is broke,
And it's driving me plumb crazy and that isn't any joke.
For when I'm here I'm wondering If I really should be there,
when I try to think it through I haven't got a prayer!