I WAS BUSY: I FORGOT

 

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Forgetful Man  or Mr. Forgetful

I Was Busy: I Forgot

Or: Just a bit of silly

Well, busy is busy. I wrote this for “Disappearing Me,” but I forgot I had written this and wrote something different. “Disappearing Me” was posted Monday, March 25. This bit of silliness is probably not finished; probably never will be. But we’ve all gone into a room and quite forgotten why. This phenomenon is called “The Magic Portal.” Pass through here and all is forgotten. It could be, but not necessarily, an early warning sign of dementia. Or part of a care-giver’s world. Or just an aberration in the day of a busy man. Could happen to a woman, too. Yeah, just a bit of silly. Perhaps mildly amusing. To some. Oh, sorry. I got busy here and forgot what I was doing. Silly me.

I Was Busy: I Forgot

A busy man enters a room. Looks around. Is startled.

Busy busy…
Oh!,
Where am I?
I’m sure I was here yesterday
I seem to recall
I know I was busy, but at what
I can’t be sure at all.

Did I drop the ball?

Oh!
I have a thing to show you…
Now where is that thing?
Oh, I’ll find it in a minute
Must be in the hall
Wait now, wait just a second
Wait till I think
Wait till I recall

Mmmmmm…
I had to rescue the cat
And I had to fix on that
I answered a thousand questions
Some a dozen times
Well my duties keep me busy
Makes my poor head spin
And between the rowdy kids
And crazy old gran
I had no time to drink my cuppa joe
And that’s just how thing’ve bin.
And oh yes Gramma’s going to the loonie bin
Where she’ll be rich
Cause there’s lotsa loonies there–ha-ha
And no one’ll bitch
It gives me the itch

Or was it yesterday
I did the dishes?
But then the kids all had such big wishes
They had to go to school
And no one to stay with gran
And I had to drive in the driving pool

Now what was it that you were asking?
Oh yeah…oh but
I was busy, I forgot

Well I guess my head isn’t on quite right.
Well not today.
Guess I forgot to screw it on
Well, not tight
So there must be a bit of leakage
Don’t know why
But my collar feels hot
What’s that you say?
Oh sorry, I forgot

What’s that? Where’s that thing?
Oh, I was busy, I just forgot

My head gets dizzy
My tummy gets fizzy
My nerves get frizzy
And—and…
What was the question?
Ohhh, sorry. Busy.

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Judge at 6th Rabindrinath Tagore Awards - International - English Poetry Contest Author of Ann, A Tribute, and Chasing a Butterfly, A story of love and loss to Acceptance with the poetry of Alzheimer's and poetry for everybody. Appears in anthologies in Canada, US, India, Mexico and Bolivia. Poetry in Ekphrastic Review and NWriteers International Networeworld Review. Member of Federation of BC Wrters, Royal City Literary Society, and Holy Wow Poets Canada. Member Writers International Network: Distinguished Poet, Distinguished writer.
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