I’d forgotten how to write.

by justbekozlowski

I’d forgotten how to write,

So I picked up my trusty pen,

It squirted ink all over me,

So I put it down again.


I’d forgotten how to laugh,

So my friend told me a joke,

A strange gurgling sound began,

Then I realised it was a choke.


I’d forgotten how to walk,

So I stood on my own two feet,

I fell over a number of times,

So now I write this in the street.


Now you may think this poem,

A sad story of woe,

But I’m already remembering things I forgot,

Just three verses ago.