DIARY

[If I write it down, I won't forget ... ]

My diary is a lovesome thing, God wot.
Without it, much would often be forgot.
The doctor and the dentist both are there,
And the day I have a setting for my hair.
Birthdays for the dear ones that I love:
My diary gives my memory a shove.
It doesn't give the date of Armageddon -
The day to think of taking to my bed on.
I do not want to know so do not mind.
I am more concerned with entries I do find.
Why did I write "Viyella" on the tenth?
Then on the fifteenth print: "Do check the length!"?
What did I mean by noting on the twelfth
"Tell M"? Who's "M"? I have forgot myself.
And on the thirtieth the one word: "NO":
What don't I want to do to mark it so?
My diary is an awesome almanac
With notes on covers at the front and back.
Some days show names, defeating understanding,
Of places I can't think what I have planned in.
Now, if to me the thing's incomprehensible
Why do I keep it? That cannot be sensible.
But, if I were to lose it, my enragement
At missing out some trivial engagement
Would soar and seethe till I should storm, a lot.
And so, my diary is a lovesome thing, God wot.
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