It comes to us all in the end:
you forget an object’s name
but you smile and pretend
that it is some sort of game.
Pass me the doodah, please,
or a thingummy, if you prefer,
you say with confident ease
as the exact word is a blur.
When you meet an old mate,
is it John, is it Bob or Wayne?
You’ll recall when it’s too late
but right now it’s all in vain.
You tell the wife that you met
him, you know, Whassisname,
and she with a pang of regret
remembers he was her flame.
She’s using a shiny doohickey
preparing a dish for your lunch;
thinks you’re taking the mickey
and she flattens you with a punch.
You rebut that it isn’t a gimmick
and that really you haven’t a clue
what his name or his patronymic
is; and that is undoubtedly true.
© Luigi Pagano 2010
Comments
Bradene | February 26, 2010 - 12:47
I really thought this would win Luigi. But congrats on the cherries here. Love Val x
luigi_pagano | February 26, 2010 - 13:26
Cheers Valerie. As I have often said some you win, some you lose. I have posted poems which in my opinion were worthy of a cherry but didn't get one and viceversa; depends on who is appraising the piece.
Luigi x
Cavalcaderl | February 26, 2010 - 18:44
new luigi_Pagano
I love this Luigi,terrific
Cheers! to on the cherries.
well deserved,this has just
happenend on the bus,I knew
I could describe him,I think
has a shop,and I was getting off,
he used my name,sorry said I can;t
remember,probably lack of sleep!
won't go into that upset.The camp
down ladies sing this song "Doo-Dah-Day"
It is remarkable way edited it.
julie x
luigi_pagano | February 27, 2010 - 09:21
Hi Julie. It is true that memory lapses occur and they intensify as one grows older. I too have my 'senior moments', sometimes, when I am trying to find the right word. Luckily they don't last long and I get there in the end.
Best, Luigi x