Greatly absent minded is my boss,
That day he was red, at the loss
of his prized possession, a gifted pen,
his yelling at me like bad music volumed at ten.
'Who stolen my pen? ' he questioned 'Who? '
had no answer but only if i knew
would have brought me a promotion i guess
still searching for it, hoping for more or less.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem