THE THOUGHT FORGOT
I thought a thought the other day,
The thought I thought just went astray,
I sought my thought,
And grew distraught,
That the thought I thought had got away.
I knew, of course, it would come back,
It always does, though I do lose track,
About Four A.M.
I'd think it again,
That's When I think less about thought lack.
The thought I thought just went astray,
I sought my thought,
And grew distraught,
That the thought I thought had got away.
I knew, of course, it would come back,
It always does, though I do lose track,
About Four A.M.
I'd think it again,
That's When I think less about thought lack.
And if my thought returned by then,
I'd want to call and tell a friend,
But no friend that's home,
Would pick up the phone,
So by morning it would be gone again.
I know who wrote this - "Old Whazzername,"
Who won't admit it; she's so ashamed,
Her name rhymes with Ninny,
Do you s'pose that's Ginny?
Oh dear, now she's forgotten her name.
Ginny)Ellis~
Bobby) Millar
Clearly