This morning I was driving to a doctor’s appointment, and…
And no one can talk to a horse, of course…
I made a wrong turn and was on the road for a different doctor’s office, unless….
Unless, of course, that talking horse
Unless I take the short cut which is…
Is the famous Mr. Ed
Is up this road and go right….
Go right to the source and ask the horse
Go right at the light, and he’ll….
He’ll give you the answer that you endorse
He’ll be on the left, and he’s….
He’s always on a steady course
He’s always a nice guy and won’t mind that I’m late, and I’ll talk…
Talk to Mr. Ed
I’ll talk about the problem I’ve been having with my foot.
I’m at the age of 50-something, and it seems I have trouble finding my keys, going to the correct doctor on the correct day, and remembering where the turn in the road is.
But I refuse to say that my brain is getting old, or I’m getting senile.
My brain is FULL.
It is full of nursery rhymes, ridiculous TV theme songs, and memories of my 5th grade teacher.
So don’t ask me what I had for lunch yesterday. There’s no room for that.
I also might seem a bit distracted. Halfway through a sentence, I might forget what I’m talking about.
Like I said, my brain is full. If I want to remember something, that means I have to forget something else. I can’t waste brain cells on it, if it’s not important.
So let me tell you about my 5th grade teacher.
….Just sit right back and you’ll hear a tale…..
(AGAIN, apologies to Bob Livingston)