On Top Of My Head

On Top Of My Head

Where in the world did I put them

Are they on the table by my bed

Oh I hope I have not lost them

There’s a sense of growing dread

I’ve torn the house apart in search

And found some other things instead

But I still have not found what I’m looking for

A few bad words, might have been said

Then someone points out the obvious

And my face starts turning red

Why here’s my silly glasses

Sitting right on top of my head