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A Word Disappears
41. 26 July 2021
I have spent a day trying to find
A word I can’t think of, it’s gone from my mind.
It means randomly cruel, randomly kind
And it’s skittering away again!
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It’s driving me nuts, it’s driving me crazy.
I can feel the word but it’s constantly hazy;
My mind keeps offering words that are lazy
And wrong! Wrong! Wrong again!
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Do I have Alzheimers, am I going gaga?
This isn’t curable by whisky or lager.
I just want that word and an end to the saga…
Damn! It’s ducked away again.
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More words are proffered by my worried brain –
Crivitts, fescue, lollygag. I explain
Once more what it means and the train
Of thought derails again.
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It’s on the tip of my tongue, I can feel it there;
It’s dancing, pirouetting, fully aware
Of my shame if I find it in a dictionary somewhere –
Yes, I’ve tried not thinking about it again.
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Fickle! That’s the bloody word!
The gods are fickle!
What a palaver!
No, I didn’t look it up.
I’m old-school that way.
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Well done, old thing!
