Parents!

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.

“Who’d have the gall to disturb me?
What sort of person calls this late?”
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 – 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 – a phone was all it housed.

It rang again! I answered it.
“Is that you Bill?” my Mother said.
“Of course it is,” I finally spit.
“Is something wrong?” I asked with dread.

“I 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.”

She called HER phone? I shook my head
I knew I couldn't refute her
though I made a vow that I’d be dead
before I got her a computer!

An entry for July round of "The Humorous Poetry Contest" 
Form: Quatrain
Line Count: 40