I had forgotten how boring learning anything by heart can be. You just have to go over it again and again and again.
Flashback to schooldays, swotting for exams. Hours, weeks, months and years learning things. On the plus side, I could still draw and label the alimentary canal of a rabbit if had to.
Back on the poem front — I may have know it more or less. Before I got out of bed this morning, I could say it in my head.
But can I say it in front of an audience. I was thinking of an audience of one in the first place…