Reuben's "Forgot" is a short, funny poem about memory slipping away, and the joke is that the poem itself does the forgetting. It begins with a tidy, almost logical pair of lines: the speaker remembers forgetting, then forgets that they remembered. From there the sentences start to tangle. Remembering and forgetting trade places, and the speaker loses count of what has been lost. Even the skills of remembering and forgetting seem to fall apart.
Then comes the turn. "Where was I going with this?" is the kind of thing anyone says mid-sentence, and the last line, "I forgot," lands as both a punchline and a quiet surrender. The poem ends because the speaker can't continue.
The mood is light and playful, but there's a small ache underneath. The speaker sounds amused, a little helpless, and maybe a bit worried. The repetition makes you feel the mental loop, and the ending makes the confusion real rather than just clever.