I just received the followin' from my now famous, as ya'll who regularly read this blog know, Aunt 'Net. Now I thought this was a thoroughly delightful ditty and had not seen it previously. As with all such things that I receive without some sign of attribution, I did a bit of research to determine whom might have authored this delightful poem. The only information I could find was "author unknown." Another thing that became readily apparent from my research. This little ditty has been floatin' around the Internet for a few years now. So, there are two mysteries* to solve in relation to this poem. Why don't ya'll have a look at Exhibit A:
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, see,
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's that?"
Yes, my forgetter's getting better,
While my rememberer is broke.
It's driving me plumb crazy,
And that isn't any joke.
*1. Who authored this delightful poem and 2. Why, if it had been floatin' around the Internet for years and years, had I not previously seen such.
Posted by notGeorge at April 15, 2004 12:06 PM | TrackBack