Where has my penis gone?

WARNING: This article is based on the pains of a man losing his best friend. Jokes would be inappropriate, so it contains none. /Excuse.

I wonder where my pen has gone?

For so long it has been in my hand,

Scribbling,

But then, without warning,

Poof,

The pen is gone.

I wonder where it has gone?

I see many places of which it isn't,

Although these are of little interest to me,

My main focus being the place that my pen is.

'Tis a mystery, indeed.

I shall call the police.

They shall find my pen,

Using torches and the like,

I expect.

The police would not hear of it.

I really want my pen.

Perhaps it fell into the breadbin,

As so many of my pens do.

Woe is me, no pen to be found there,

Only bread.

I wonder if I shall ever see my pen again,

And I weep for my lost friend.

The pen is truly lost.

My doodle unfinished,

My heart torn,

My life bitter.

Now I shall have to buy a new bloody pen.