Gently you are slipped over the paper,
only you had dressed up my handwriting.
You have done your job so well-behaved
until that day when I thought you are lost.
Seven days you disappeared,
Oh, how I have missed you.
Until I finally one day
a look in the drawer dare.
With a rather loud jerk
I opened the drawer.
You were not here?
Who has hidden you and why?
Gently rummaging, past paper clips
Newspaper clippings and other stuff.
Has anyone seen my favorite ballpoint pen?
Must be around here, somewhere!
You stupid thing, you have to appear
before I lose my patience.
Also, you are – last but not least
thrown out as my favorite ballpoint pen!