I cannot read my Telegraph

Or indeed my favourite book,

My glasses have gone missing

And I cannot see to look.

I've searched in every corner

Every chair and nook,

But my glasses still are missing

I am trying to hard to look.

Rummaged through drawers and cupboards

Felt underneath the bed,

Now it's out into the garden

To search the garden shed.

Back inside the kitchen

My dog waits to be fed,

From the reflection of his dish

I find my glasses on my head.

A HARTLEY (Mrs), Fowler Height Close, Blackburn.