Forgetter Be Forgotten
It's about... oh, I forget.
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.