The bright side of my brain has got up and gone
Where I cannot say.
I search every nook and every cranny
Every single day.
The bright side of my brain has got up and gone
Why I'm not too sure.
The day I started to write my poems
It made straight for the door.
The bright side of my brain has got up and gone
If it returned, I'd give a cheer.
Perhaps if I write something sensible
It'll suddenly reappear.