TEETH IN A GLASS JAR (MISSING)

Every morning starts with an interesting game
The night before the routine is just the same
Where did he leave them he just can't recall
His teeth in a glass jar certainly aren't small 

Just before lights out and he's ready to sleep 
Teeth removed and in a glass jar to keep 
The game starts when he hunts for the jar 
Not on the sideboard and not in the car 

No luck in the cabinet above the kitchen sink
Where are his teeth he really must think 
Then a light bulb moment the game complete
Teeth in a jar by his favourite recliner seat 

I guess I will be the same when I'm ninety three
Wondering where on earth my teeth shall be
Heed my advice and it will save you grief 
Remember each night where you put your teeth