This is a poem gone wrong. It started off so promisingly but then took a turn for the worse, going down hill quickly. Once it took that unexpected direction, there was no way for me to rescue it. I apologize unreservedly for its existence: the English language made me do it.
Granny's brain
Every night my Granny takes her brain out of her head,
She stores it in a special jar she keeps beside her bed,
Next she takes her teeth out which she puts into a glass,
Then carefully takes her glasses off and pops them up her arse.
By Pete Thomas
Pete The Poet