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 2021
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