Thursday 11 June 2009

AMNEESHA

I try to keep in focus
But life's become more blurred
And all the things I used to do
Seem distant and absurd.
I can't remember anything,
I'd go around the bend,
But I'd forget the road to take
And end up in Oostend.
I rush around the whole day long
In circles on the spot.
I went upstairs to get something,
But, once there, I forgot.
When I go out for shopping
I have to take with me
My passport and my license
- Though not for identity -
I need to take them just in case
I forget where I roam,
So I can read the bloody things
And find my way back home.
I went to see my doctor,
A week ago, last week,
But once we sat there, face to face,
I couldn't think to speak.
But now I'm so glad that I went
I know I'm not alone,
I prescribed two weeks full bed rest
And sent the poor man home.

11 comments:

  1. Fugh it ! I can't remember what I was going to say.Then I remembered that I'd forgotten what it was.
    Ps Thank you so very much for the Quails eggs they were simply delicious.
    Pps i like that poem very much.

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  2. Great stuff Weev. Keep up the good work.

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  3. I really like the way you did that thing with the wossname. Damned clever. Sending you some hand-knitted yogurt, which looks good with just about everything except pearls. More power to your chainsaw.

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  4. Aah, Thanks, Will. But don't forget the oojimiflipsit and the wotchamacallit. Must dash and turn the kettle off - put it on last Tuesday. Didn't fit. Took it off again.

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  5. Thankyou for your kind comment Weev. I am strengthening the boobytraps as my first few yellow courgettes are beginning to appear and I'd very much like them to reach maturity!!

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  6. Most unlike your 2-legged offspring!!

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  7. It's not amneesha, Weev, it's the gin, darling. I keep telling you that seven full measures of Gordons, one of vodka and...oh fuck I've left the iron on

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  8. I know - I've spent thirty f**king pounds and eight bast**d pence in that c*** of a swear box....I don't need a recession, I'm a walking p***ing recession.

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  9. Money f**king well spent if you arsek me!

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