I wrote this one about six years ago for my other half.  Believe it or not, a true story...

 

 

As Colin grew older his memory went,

Even if it was for money he’d lent.

He went to the doctor for some help,

More was needed than vitamins and kelp.

“Come back and see me,” the doctor said,

But after the very first night of going to bed,

Every last memory had flown from his head.

 

Two months later it finally came back.

He’d forgotten to go and visit the quack!

There he sat surrounded by doubt,

“I don’t believe it!” he began to shout.

“I forgot to go and see Doctor Brand,

How I forgot I don’t understand!”

 

“What was it for?” we put the question,

And he couldn’t pretend it was for indigestion.

“My bad memory,” he sheepishly admitted.

Someone should really get him committed!