My forgetter's getting better,
But my rememberer is broke.
To you that may seem funny
But 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
And 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 the hell 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.