&Copy; 2014 Sara Davis Laughter Lines
I’ve lost my specs, can’t sign my cheques
I search the house in vain,
At last they’re found, my neck they’re round
Upon my glasses chain.
Upstairs I go, but I don’t know
What I am doing here,
I think again, and wrack my brain
I’m going nuts I fear.
Now where’s my key, where can it be
I’m outside my front door,
It’s by the phone and no one’s home
I cannot take much more.
It can’t get worse, I write this verse
To jog my memory,
Please let me know, before you go
If I am really me.