I realized, after submittin’,
That the poem I wrote for last week
Was one I had already written –
When I saw that, I let out a shriek.
A draft I was working on must’ve
Been misplaced somewhere on my computer
And now I must face the disgust of
A brain that is lesser astuter.
It’s all on account of a memory
That’s fast growing weaker with age;
It’s the first step towards drool-y and tremor-y –
A less than re-mem’rable stage.
At least it was different this time
Than four years ago’s version I wrotest;
My dear reader, forgive me this crime...
Huh? Whaddayamean, “no one noticed”?!
—Anon Anon Mouse