Damn You Memory Folk! You Have The Devil in Ya! By CpSingleton © 2014
I envy those who can stand and recite,
Without a copy, no squinting into the light.
Like it’s pouring from them and filling the room.
As if their memory merely slips
In another disk and away they
Do they have only one poem?!
Is that firmly memorised?
Or do these memory masters and
Have the capacity,
That’s not in me
To remember at will!?
I have trouble going to the shop
With a list of five items.
I come back with everything, but
The things I went for.
These wizards of the wandering mind
The words without a stutter,
A cover-up mutter, or
Sounding like a nutter!
I would have to ad lib like a mother-flicker!
These guys are so much slicker!
I write three to five pieces a day,
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