This road was not short, of that I forewarn,
It passed by Misery Port, into lands forlorn,
Where maps are uncharted and travellers guided by stars,
Where hints are given by residents passing by in their cars,
Where sellers are not noted despite the bitter of price wars...
The Bunnies were kind, but their given product was of size
Unsuitable, and shown to be slightly too large for the device.
The loss of time refunded was by their freely offered advice
To visit Smith, located nearby, on the other side of the road.
Find him we could not; despite of the maps an extensive load,
We had seen neither head nor tail of him. But it was not a hoax,
Merely abundance of the roads and lack of posters outdoors.
When we arrived by bus to the place of many stairs and floors,
The Smith was found here; indeed, he held a reply to our need,
Collection of this and that, sizes four, five and six, in their midst.
Most of this collection would hardly be ever needed, but the case
We took, and - wonder - this time the driver and screw matched,
But the spares could not be found, either, in this small helpful place.
So, the four screws will be removed soon, and photograph then posted, but what should be attempted then, to repair somehow the SIM card slot? The least risky suggestions are welcome. Graphite or anything else crumbling into dust cannot be used, for obvious reasons.
Best wishes.