Do you ever have days like this? *I* do!

I have neglected to post a poem each day of National Poetry Month (bad Kitten!). Today, though, we have another selection from "The Hunting of the Snark" by Lewis Carroll:

He had forty-two boxes, all carefully packed,
With his name painted clearly on each:
But, since he omitted to mention the fact,
They were all left behind on the beach.

The loss of his clothes hardly mattered, because
He had seven coats on when he came,
With three pairs of boots--but the worst of it was,
He had wholly forgotten his name.