I forgot to clear my bedroom up,
     And didn’t clean my shoes.
I never washed behind my ears,
    But remember things I choose.

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I can’t remember homework 
   And forget my books for school.
Well, these are really boring things,
   But don’t think I’m a fool.
 
I  do remember pocket money,
   And don’t neglect my friends.
I can’t forget my crisps and sweets,
   I’m sure you’ll comprehend.

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It’s called selective memory –
    Recalling things you like.
I hope Dad’s memory is good -
  He’s promised me a bike.

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