There it was
Right on the tip of my tongue
Like so many angels dancing on the head of a pin
Well except for my tongue being forked and all
I get twice as many dancers; a bonus
Angels? No.
Belly dancers
Beer belly dancers
Not so exotic
Not so hypnotic
Definitely not so erotic
Talk about tongue tied
I try to keep pace with their rhythm
But I get distracted and before you know it
It’s gone again
It was right there
Right stinkin’ there
So I start over and stumble though
The cobwebs and disorder
Of my memory banks
Only to discover that the charger was left unplugged
And that stupid indicator light is red
And it will take an eternity to get back to yellow
Let alone green
And it’s not like I don’t already know the answer
Especially this one
So I take a chance on forming the words
EEE
Eiiiii
Eilll
Eileen
There.
Now that wasn’t so hard was it?
Now repeat.
Copyright 2011 Patrick Granfors
Chip Bergeron
Axilea
Regis
Anna
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend, ol' good what's her name (Karen)! LOL
On a softer note, you're not much worse off than my sweetheart and myself.... well, except for the fact that we do remember each other's names, but it did take some practice.
Thanks, you've taken a lot of pressure off me..... Dick
Now, I find myself forgetting even close friends. I know how you feel.
Ron
As for Eileen, you are off the hook. Princess, Your Majesty, we've discussed these options, remember? :)
Christine
Patrick, yes, not so difficult, and yes, please repeat. :0) e