Since (you say) I am getting to be quite forgetful (I don't remember why), at least I am not like this poor bloke: Two poems on Jonathan Bing by Betrice Curtis Brown Oh, Jonathan Bing, oh, Bingathon Jon! Forgets where he's going and thinks he has gone. He wears his false teeth on the top of his head, And always stands up when he's sleeping in bed. Oh, Jonathan Bing has a curious way Of trying to walk into yesterday. "If I end with my breakfast and start with my tea, I ought to be able to do it," says he. Oh, Jonathan Bing is a miser, they say, For be likes to save trouble and put it away. "If I never get up in the morning," he said, "I shall save all the trouble of going to bed!" "Oh, Jonathan Bing, what a way to behave! And what do you do with the trouble you save'" "I wrap it up neatly and send it by post To my friends and relations who need it the most.'' *************** Poor old Jonathan Bing Went out in his carri...