Scant are my thoughts

That seem to get lost.

Lost are the good ones,

Seems to be just that way.

I try to recollect them,

But it's a lost cause.

It's like the gal I kissed

Last night, and forgot her name.

She will remind me

On some cold Winters night.

Just as I was about to enter

She let out a terrible moan.

What is my name you ass,

Take that thing away from me.

Unless you know my name

You'll have none of me.