H.+Extended+Methapor+Poem

My Room I run in my room, I know we are leaving soon. I just try to find my I Pod, but I do not know where it is. I jump under my bed, all the dust under it makes me sneeze like polen in spring. I run to my draw. On my way I trip over something hard, finally there, I open it. I can find an old sandwich but no I Pod. Suddenly i hear a noise. It comes from my laundrybag. I go and have a look. It is my I Pod playing music by itself. I take it an run to the car, exhausted I sit down and put my headphones in my ear, but nothing comes out. OH DANG the battery is empty.