Do you forget things ?.. well I do and this sums me up perfectly
By weemam
@weemam (13372)
February 6, 2007 12:28pm CST
A triend sent me this today , I thought she had written it for me ? She had not written it but she thought I might know what it meant ,,, and I did lol
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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
tiss, generally, me!
When shopping I may see someone,
Say! "Hi" and have a chat,
Then, when the person walks! away
I ask myself, "who 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.
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@nana1944 (1364)
• United States
6 Feb 07
This is a joke though..
middle-aged woman seemed sheepish as she visited her gynaecologist. "Come now," coaxed the doctor, "you've been seeing me for years! There's nothing you can't tell me."
"This one's kind of strange..."
"Let me be the judge of that," the doctor replied.
"Well," she said, "yesterday I went to the bathroom in the morning and heard a plink-plink-plink in the toilet; and when I looked down, the water was full of pennies."
"I see."
"That afternoon I went again and there were nickels in the bowl."
"Uh-huh"
"That night," she went on, "there were dimes and this morning there were quarters! You've got to tell me what's wrong with me!," she implored, "I'm scared out of my wits!"
The gynaecologist put a comforting hand on her shoulder. "There, there, it's nothing to be scared about, You're simply going through the change."
@anjuscor (1266)
• India
8 Feb 07
An elderly European man asked the local priest to hear his confession. "Father", he started, "During WWII a beautiful woman knocked on my door and asked me to hide her from the Germans. I hid her in my at*ic."
The priest replied, "That was a wonderful thing you did and you have no need to confess." "It gets worse", Father. I was weak and told her that I would hide her but she must repay me with her se*ual favors."
The priest replied, "You were both in great danger and would have suffered terribly if the Germans had found her. God, in his wisdom and mercy, will balance the good and the evil and judge you kindly. For your pena*ce, say three Our Father's and three Hail Mary's and Go In Peace, my son - your sins are forgiven.' "Thank you, Father, That's a great load off my mind." said the man, "I have only one more question." "And what is that?" asked the priest.
The old man replied, "Should I tell her the war is over?"
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@wolfie34 (26770)
• United Kingdom
6 Feb 07
You have got me down to the tee:
I Quote
"Oft times I walk into a room,
and Say "what am I here for?"
That is definitely me, the times I go upstairs and think why have I gone upstairs, what am I doing? Then come downstairs and then realize why I went up the stairs for in the first place, sometimes I can't even remember that!
Another thing I do which is somewhat obsessive I am forever checking I have everything, because pound to a penny I will drive off and think damn I've forgotten that! So I check, double check and treble check I've got everything but I still have a nasty suspicion when I'm driving to where I need to go that I have still forgotten something! aaaaah I scream....
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