Grandma has lost something once again,
It's not her mobile phone, her cup of tea or pen,
She's looked in her bathroom, the shelves and higher,
She's even looked in the washing machine and tumble dryer!

Grandma tries to think of where she saw them last,
She looks in places where she's left them in the past,
Once she left them in the microwave,
They nearly melted, that was a close shave!

She's searched everywhere she can think of,
The bedside tables and even the loft,
She's gone down the garden and into the shed,
Silly grandma, your glasses are on your head!