Thoughts on parents and technology. A Humorous Poetry Entry |
Parents! A late night noise outside my door awoke me from a pleasant dream. My feet went on the cold, hard floor and I let out a (tiny) scream. โWhoโd have the gall to disturb me? What sort of person calls this late?โ I mumbled as I went to see what sort of nut-job tempted fate. I used the peephole. No one there unless of course they were quite small. I opened up the door with care but no one was around at all. I noticed then a cardboard cube, no label, wrapped in paper tape. I stood there looking like a rube - my face a blank, my mouth agape. Until that is, I heard a ring; the source โ within. What could it be? Perhaps a bomb was in that thing and naturally, I turned to flee. I hid behind my old brown chair but no explosion or loud noise or pieces flying through the air. I managed to regain my poise. I brought the box into the room, my curiosity aroused. I opened it (there was no boom) and found โ a phone was all it housed. It rang again! I answered it. โIs that you Bill?โ my Mother said. โOf course it is,โ I finally spit. โIs something wrong?โ I asked with dread. โI couldn't get the voice mail set so your Dad said to drop it by. I left a note (or did I forget?) so I thought I give a call a try.โ She called HER phone? I shook my head I knew I couldn't refute her though I made a vow that Iโd be dead before I got her a computer! An entry for July round of "The Humorous Poetry Contest" Form: Quatrain Line Count: 40 |