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| A short poem on the speculation that Iraq is developing weapons of mass destruction Saddam’s Got’em ©2002 The Limerick Savant |
| The Forgotten Line I fear that I'm getting Alzheimer’s This happens to many old-timers I get overwrought When I lose a thought So I fear I'm getting Alzheimer’s I'm not really one of those whiners But I think that my mind Can be often unkind Like it is when you’ve got Alzheimer’s |
| It happens to all the old-timers, I’ll have something to say But then it gets away |
| Could it be that I have Alzheimer’s When I act like one of those mimers As I try to display What my words cannot say? |
| I find that I need more reminders When I make out a list Something always gets missed |
| You get so confused with Alzheimer’s You can’t tell the majors from minors Or you’ll be in your car And not know where you are So how can you cope with Alzheimer’s? |
| And that’s how it is with Alzheimer’s Many people think they’re two-timers It’s just they get harried And forget they’re married |
| We all can develop Alzheimer’s Be we homeless or social climbers When it has your number You’ll get dumb and dumber Because you are getting Alzheimer’s |
| I’ve forgotten all my one-liners And I’ll lose a punch line Like a fish off the line |
| As memory cedes to Alzheimer’s I won’t be one of those piners For soon all my fear Will just disappear And… What was I going to say? |
| If I’m coming down with Alzheimer’s Am I one of the nickel & dimers That will, bit by bit, Lose all of their wit? |
| I worry I’m getting Alzheimer’s Just like one of them there old-timers I fear my gray matter Is starting to scatter |
| So I think I have the Alzheimer’s Like so many other old-timers When my thoughts go unsung On the tip of my tongue |
| There’s proof I’m getting Alzheimer’s Because unlike the other diners I’ve forgotten your name See, my memory’s gone lame And I know it’s due to Alzheimer’s |
| Now convinced that I’ve got Alzheimer’s I find I’ve begun setting timers To remind me just when To set timers again |
| It happens when we are old-timers Our thoughts miss their train As they leave the brain |
| It can even happen to rhymers It will come to the time When I search for a rhyme And I’ll know that I have Alzheimer’s |
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