I really do not know what to do, <br />In fact I have not a clue. <br />There is something that needs to be done, <br />Not knowing what it is is certainly no fun. <br />I wrack my brains hour after hour, <br />In fact I am beginning to feel sour. <br />It must be important I have this feeling, <br />My poor old brain is absolutely reeling. <br />I gaze around my humble abode, <br />Asking myself why should I carry this load. <br />What is it I ask myself again and again? <br />Am I loosing grip on my poor old brain. <br />A sudden flash right out of the blue, <br />I want to write a poem for you. <br />Yes for you, you are down in the dumps, <br />Your Doctor has told you that you have the mumps. <br />My poem I am sure will cheer you up, <br />If it doesn’t pour your self a drink and have a sup, <br />This is what I wanted to do, <br />My poem is finished and I don’t feel so blue.<br /><br />Bernard Shaw<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/not-a-clue/
