MacArthur Park

As I was walking to work, late as usual, I passed an apartment complex, and out of a pavilion in the yard where there was a fitness center, emerged my old girlfriend holding two fuzzy balls.  I took one of them from her and continued.. When I arrived at the office, my co-worker Keith was humming a tune that sounded familiar but I was unable to name it, and only remembered that it was some schlocky ballad.

"How can you sing such trash?" I asked,"I bet you also listened to Rod McKuen!"

He  replied, "You ought to visit me, I'll play you some good music".

Another co-worker joined us. What was her name?

Just then my old girlfriend came in and remembered the title of the song Keith was humming, "MacArthur Park".

I handed Keith the fuzzy ball saying, "This is from MacArthur Park, my old girlfriend gave it to me, I loved her when we were young and she didn't want me, and I still love her when  we're old, and she still doesn't want me."

We walked away and my old girlfriend asked," Why didn't you introduce us?"

"Because I momentarily forgot Keith's name and didn't know that woman's name. I happens to me all the time."

"Don't worry," she said, "It happens to me too."

I then remembered that she had been in a horrible automobile accident, her face was smashed and surgeons transplanted her Donald Duck's face.  But I still loved her.