I had all good intentions,
and remembered several times,
but I was doing something else,
so it slipped my multiple minds.

Slipped so far out of sight,
that I was doing something other,
when it popped into my mind again,
like a message from big brother.

Said, "if you don't do this poem right away,
you never will get it done.
Waste another day,
in the mid winter sun."

I got right down and busy,
and cranked this poem out,
It would be on time tomorrow,
and I wouldn't be labeled a lazy lout.

I really did forget. Too many irons in the fire.

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