Forgetter Getting Better

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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 the hell 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.

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