Keep it up! Little verses like these could do so much to raise awareness of what dementia is about. I find it extraordinary that you could wake up with a ready-made poem in your head and ten get it onto the whiteboard.
Thanks Rosie. I don't understand it either. I've always enjoyed poetry and playing around with limericks, but I've never felt inspired to write anything before.
Here's a limerick wot i rote... There’s a very small hole in my brain
Things get lost in it now and again
A name or a place
A word or a face
Or sometimes a well loved refrain. 😉
I woke up at 3am this morning with a limerick fully formed in my head. I rushed into the kitchen and wrote this on my whiteboard...
I have a disease in my brain
It gives me no physical pain
But loved ones of mine
Who watch my decline
Have to suffer again and again.
This strange couple of verses appeared at the same time as the limerick above. A very productive night, but now I'm very tired.
Your brain is Cheddar
Firm, strong and wholesome.
My brain is emmental
Pale, waxy and shot through with holes.
Your brain is a smörgåsbord of Cream Cheese
Light, fluffy and healthy
My brain is a chunk of Stilton
Criss-crossed with veins of bacteria and slightly flakey.
There was an old man who consented For people to call him demented But a word can offend And so in the end He said "that's enough, I've relented".
Keep it up! Little verses like these could do so much to raise awareness of what dementia is about. I find it extraordinary that you could wake up with a ready-made poem in your head and ten get it onto the whiteboard.
Thanks Rosie. I don't understand it either. I've always enjoyed poetry and playing around with limericks, but I've never felt inspired to write anything before.
I wrote this "concrete" poem this morning. Hope you like it: