There’s what we remember we remember
and there’s what we forget;
then there’s what we remember
that we’ve forgotten;
and there’s what we’ve forgotten
that we used to remember;
and there’s what we’ve forgotten
that we’ve forgotten.

There’s a poem there somewhere
now I’ve got that far.

Dammit, I’ll go for a walk
now the daffodils are out.

Michael Shepherd

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/donald-rumsfeld-meets-william-wordsworth/