Lost my iPod.
Panicked.
Searched, sat down and cried.
In that sort of beat-up mood
That clearly says
'I tried.'
Got up again
And searched and more
Didn't find
A thing.
Even messaged
From other 'Pods
My baby didn't sing.
Sat down again
And
Cried some more.
A hopeless case, upset.
This day was already bad enough,
How much worse could it get?
A soft meowing quietly
From underneath my bed.
Picked up the mattress
Tossed the pillows
Oh, what was that, you said?
My iPod lay face down.
Under three mattresses and weight.
I cried a bit and hugged it tight,
How pathetic can I get?
A lot, apparently.
In my defence, it really is one of 'those' days.
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