By Denise Vignola
If I share it with you and all of mankind
This gripe has to do with my brain, you see
I'm usually happy but this one gets me
My brain works quite well most of the time
I can think many things and remember them fine
But sometimes, oh my, my brain's out to lunch
I forget what I should, what I shouldn't and such
I forget I was told to pick up my stuff
I forget to say please when I want your cream puff
While standing in line I forget to stand still
And lose my place, oh joy, what a thrill
Can you imagine the horror I feel
When told "What a pig!" when I burp with my meal
Oh wonderful, thrilling, I've done it again
Forgot to bring with me my ballpoint pen
It's horrid I tell you. You just can't believe
This forgetfulness thing is hard to conceive
I remember the words from all of my movies
But can't keep my head when it comes to my keys
I know where I put things when I'm placing them there
But later can't find them. It's so unfair!
So this is my gripe. Can you see my confusion
I don't want you to be under illusions
You don't need to scold when I can't find my shoes
Or forget to say nice things instead of my views
Just cut me a break and pretend you never said
To brush my teeth before I go to bed