WHOOPS FORGOTTEN AGAIN
I don't care about floods of tears,Or even flooded plaines.
What should I care if the driftwood drifts,
In the end nobody remembers names.
There goes mrs thing-a-me,
Hi are you still working with
thingamabob.
You know old what's his name,
Oh you say he's passed away;
Oh dear that's such a shame.
Give my condolences to his wife,
Well I haven't got time to chitchat.
Gotta rush, I've got plenty of
whatchamacallit to do.
As she walked away her friend asked.
"Who was that?" The reply came back,
"You know I really don't have a clue".
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2023-05-08 at 03:16
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