I’ve lost my books

And my hat

 

I’ve lost my coat

And my cat

 

I’ve lost my place

Imagine that

 

I’ve lost my marbles

One by one

 

The seventeenth hour has begun

 

I’ll lose my tenses

As words steep

 

I’ll lose my senses

As hours creep

 

I’ll lose my witts

By the end of this, but

I promise you this

 

I will not lose the marathon

Now, you may carry on.