Poem: Forgetter

Here's to my Forgetter,
forgot what I said.
The thought I was forming
is gone from my head.
What was I doing
and where are my keys?
I once had a plan,
for times just like these.
Built into me,
like a strong corner stone.
Who was I just talking to
on the phone?
I thought there was something
for me to remember.
I'm not sure the month,
let's call it December.
It must be the time
for me to now die.
Oh now I remember!
To not tell that lie...