Forgetful me.
I sometimes forget
words. Halfway through the vocal cords.
And when I do
remember them, it doesn't sound right.
See, I could have
used larynx there. Not so poetic.
Unless rhymed with
pharynx. Now I forget which was which.
There's a history
for this disease. Infected gene pool.
Or there are people
who say it is a fad of the times
Sometimes it is nice to forget things. Where
the sugar was kept
And mix your pudding
up with salt then. Oh the laugh!
All hell breaks
loose when I forget my password
Not of my email
account, but the banking sites.
Well, I never forget
the twitface password.
Yet I may forget
your face to your name.
"oh
Mrs.phhhbhhht. You look so very lovely
Shiny and bright as
new. Got married just I suppose.
Oh wait, your kids
have kids too?! Let me guess
You aren't
Mrs.phhhbhhht, are you? "
Shrinks upon shrinks
have I consulted
Tonics and tactics
have been taken up.
Remembering the word
with a card and a colour
Or a number and a
mental picture
And when I talk, a
blubber of gestures and mangled phrases
Sound like they have
been in a train wreck.
"There must be a
connection", said one quirky doc
"We need to measure
the velocity of your hair falling down
Once the head is
free of hair, your memory can grow fairly well"
I saw my friend
shave his head. He's still as dumb as a joker.
Psst.. the reason
why I forget things is to have some fun
Coz people forgive a
lunatic soon. And then I can have a good laugh
When the pudding is
too salty and the tea too cold
I may even call you
fat and get away.
When I
write silly things, I 'll be
called a genius.
Transcendence or
something they call it.
Basically, timeless humor they mean.
But these fools!
What do they know of a day's good laugh?
Now that I'm tired
of writing, I’ll leave you to wonder it's meaning
As I have forgotten
the very thought that made me write
this little thing.
