6 February 2013
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.
The Lost iPod Saga. • Opuss № I