Hey, Grace, have you seen my face

Hey, Grace. Do you know where I last left my face? Did I happen to leave it in your lap, after taking that quick nap? Or perhaps, after that embrace, did I leave it in your narrow crawlspace? No? Oh, crap! She said, "Oh, that just can't be! This poem has no semblance to reality!" I said, "How can you say that, when it's painfully clear that it's the reality of me!”