Why is it that I have to search my brain,

Looking for a word there left?

Put behind some door in the room.

Locked away in some chest.

 

Why do subjects run and hide?

When did the librarian go blind?

 

As I think or (more likely when) I quit

A fuse is replaced.

From the tip of my tongue,

The word’s right in my face!

 

I run to the mirror,

And search my tongue’s tip.

For more words there misplaced,

For answers to this quip!

 

Nothing, to my dismay

As you might have guessed.

 

Why do words hide on one’s tip?

Are they taking a vacation,

Or just a short trip?

I wonder if there’s a word for this,

One that I forget?