I Remember Amnesia

I Remember Amnesia (I think)

Have I told you this before?

Can I make this easier?

You can’t blame me for this,

I think it’s called amnesia.

Have I said this already?

I don’t want to tease ya,

It’s not my fault you know –

I think it’s called amnesia.

I don’t remember much.

I forget when I’m breezier,

Now, what was I saying?

I think it’s called amnesia.

My memories are slippery,

Elusive and greasier,

I just can’t hang on to them –

I think it’s called amnesia.

The other day I went – somewhere.

I must have had some sort of seizure,

It could have been anywhere,

I think it’s called amnesia.

I was wrapped up snug and warm,

Wearing something….fleecier,

But I can’t remember what it was,

I think it’s called amnesia.

I was talking to….somebody,

I think they were from Silesia,

But it could have been anyone –

I think it’s called amnesia.

Have I already mentioned?

I’m feeling a bit queasier,

Since whatever it was I ate –

I think it’s called amnesia.

I hope I’m not boring you,

I only want to please ya,

But the thing is that….

I think it’s called amnesia.

Now, have you all got that?

Oh, I wish this was easier,

Have I already told you?

I think I’ve got……

And now, I’d like to read you a poem

Called “I remember amnesia (I think)”

Copyright Andy Fawthrop 2016