You know yourself, there’s always one
A word you know that just won’t come
Maybe a break, a little chat
That’s all I need, I’m sure of that
Logged onto Twitter, I clear my mind
Not really noticing I’m getting behind
Some time later, no progress made
I realise I’ve been waylaid
Back to the text, I stare at the screen
Search for synonyms, there are umpteen
But not that word I so want to find
The one that’s stuck at the back of my mind
Put on a washing, that’s what I’ll do
And perhaps a little tidy too
I head downstairs, head on a cloud
Trying to repeat the text out loud
It must come soon, I know it’s there
Only problem is I don’t know where
Oh well, twelve o’clock, it’s time for food
Chicken in the fridge looks particularly good
I settle down, my lunch before me
Two tasty sandwiches, a cup of tea
I turn on the telly to see what’s new
Then suddenly I stop mid-chew
That’s it, that’s it, the battle’s won
I charge upstairs past a startled son
A perfect fit, the search worthwhile
A good translator goes that extra mile
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