Charger oh charger where might you be
Ive been looking all over and your black cord I cant see
I put you in my backpack so I would know where you are
unless you can slither like a snake you cant have gone far
my phone is now dying for you are nowhere to be found
I hope I did not drop you onto the ground
Searching under my bed
to the shelves overhead
I rapidly continue the search
for on my shoulder my dying phone is pearched
In a compartment I find a surprise
I reached inside and retrieved my prize
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The pleasure of inding the missing charger nicely envisioned .thanks