Oh Sod it! I've forgotten
What it was I had to write....
So I'm standing here at 2 am,
The middle of the night,
Goose-pimpled by an icy breeze
My fingers poised above the keys
But the thought I had has fled my head
So I might as well go back to bed.
You really would have liked it
I remember it was good
It both rhymed and it had rhythm
As any decent poem should
And supported on this sturdy spine
Was a most amusing sharp punchline
But I've totally forgotten it
So you'll not now see my ready wit.
