Lady of the Lists

Lady of the Lists By Robert (Bob) Moore The Lady of the Lists, that’s what I call my Wife not that she would swing a Sword, or use a Lance or Knife she writes lists, all day long, for shopping, and things to do crosses them off when they are done, then, start a list that’s new Now me, I just go down the shops, and look at all the things I know I’ll see just what I need, and bells will start to ring in a few hours, I am lost, I came here for a reason can’t be grass seed, or weed killer, it is not the season I buy some bits and pieces, just so not to waste the time I have spent looking, for the thing I have misplaced somewhere in my mind I know, I need the whatsaname and I know its hidden somewhere, deep within my brain I pick up this, and pick up that, but nothing rings a bell it’s gone, and I can’t think of it, I’ve forgotten, I can tell, I go home all loaded up, with things I didn’t want I tried to sneak in through the back, I could not stand the taunt did you get what you wanted, she says with just a smile could not find them I said to her, I’ll go back in a while I know that I’ll remember, what it was I hadn’t found and next time it pops in my head, I think I’ll write it down.