My poem’s gone, I’ve lost it
It won’t come back to me
I wrote it on the shower door
As it steamed up while I washed.
I quickly dried and powdered
And dressed myself with haste
Then hurried back with pen in hand
To find the steam all gone.
That new demister took it
Stole my words and clever rhyme
It won’t come back now quite the same
My chance for fame has gone.
It won’t come back to me
I wrote it on the shower door
As it steamed up while I washed.
I quickly dried and powdered
And dressed myself with haste
Then hurried back with pen in hand
To find the steam all gone.
That new demister took it
Stole my words and clever rhyme
It won’t come back now quite the same
My chance for fame has gone.
