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 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 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.