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Mister Whatzizname

I'll never forget Mister - what was his name?
That old bloke who lived down the road,
Bearded he was, and going grey -
He must be dead by now, I imagine.
What was his NAME? Let me think.
Not "Smith" or "Jones"!  A bit uncommon.

In fact, I remember it WAS uncommon.
No wonder I can't think of the name,
Seems it's just too hard to imagine,
The image I have is a bit too grey,
It's like standing at a fork in the road,
One needs a bit of time to think.

Well, I really don't know what to think,
I'm not much good with things uncommon,
That's why I can't remember his name,
It's probably not what I imagine.
I guess I'll be worse when I'm old and grey -
I'll get lost if I leave the road!

Anyway, he lived in Market Road.
I know that!  Number Fifteen, I think.
Well, "Market's" certainly not uncommon,
Must be heaps of streets by that name.
Comes from the old days, I imagine,
Back in the days of "Smithers and Grey".

There's a photo somewhere of "Smithers and Grey",
That old place down on Market Road,
But what about that old bloke's NAME?
It can't have been that uncommon!
Why, oh why, can I not think?!
I don't know why it's so hard to imagine.

What if I ran into the bloke?  Imagine,
By now he'd be completely grey,
I might see him walking down the road,
And I guess I'd have to stop and think.
Blank minds aren't all that uncommon,
But I thought I would remember his name.

You must be sick of this, I imagine,
Your face is almost turning grey!
Hang on! Mr. Pobery lived in Market Road!

Mr. Whatzizname
John Lawless

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