I received this from one of my triplet moms. The author is unknown. The shopping and the putting things in a safe place I can certainly relate to. This has happened to me often.
My forgetter's getting better,
But my rememberer is broke
To you that may seem funnyBut,
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, 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 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.
CAN YOU RELATE ? ? ?
Please send this to everyone you know because
I DON'T REMEMBER WHO I SENT THIS TO ! !