A friend sent me this poem for OAPs but could it be for a foggy brain as well?
Wordsworth in Lockdown.
I wandered lonely as a cloud.
Two metres from the madding crowd,
When all at once my name was called
To enter ~Waitrose hallowed hall.
Now the pensioners’ special hour.
I’d gone to buy a bag of flour.
But I forgot - when through the door,
What I had gone to Waitrose for,
The Waitrose staff are extra kind
I told them it had slipped my mind.
They asked what else I had forgot -
They clearly thought I’d lost the plot!
I phoned my wife at home to ask.
She helped me out with this special task,
“I need some flour to bake a cake
With all that cream you made me take”
“Ah yes of course” I had to lie
I dared not ask what flower to buy,
But then I saw them at the tills…
A bunch of golden daffodils!