The Yo-Yo
I climbed the stairs. I reached the top
I pondered for a while
Well here I am. Why did I stop?
It didn’t make me smile
I lingered asking why it was
I’d climbed the stairs just then
Could I remember? Could I hell!
I went back down again
And as I reached the bottom step
It jumped back in my brain
I turned and headed straight back up
To do the thing again
I walked into the bathroom
Why did I go in their?
It wasn’t for a comb or brush
I haven’t any hair
I strolled into the study
Did I need a pen or paper?
Could I remember? Could I hell!
Oh what a bloomin’ caper
I moved into the bedroom
Did I need to find my phone?
It wasn’t that. What could it be?
I was completely thrown
So down the stairs I went again
And made a cup of tea
And gazed towards the window
Thought the thing’s a mystery
I yawned in sad exhaustion
Then it sprang into my head
I’d gone upstairs as it was late
And should have gone to bed
