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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.