HEADS OR TAILS
THE CALL.
Three times in the dead of night
Rang the telephone by my bed.
The first ring woke me with a start,
The second with awful dread.
The third ring left me paralyzed,
Unable to move at all!
I simply couldn't stir myself
To answer the phantom call!
And then the ringing stopped.... like that!
All was silence in the room.
I lay there breathing heavily,
Still with a sense of doom.
I waited for another ring,
Lying stiffly, with eyes wide.
Surely the caller would ring again
If somebody had died!
The moments passed, the silence
Stretched on and on and on.
Whoever had been calling me
Had obviously gone!
But what if it were a burglar,
'Casing the joint' maybe?
Checking to see if I were home
In order to burgle me!
My silence must give him the hint
Of nobody-around.
But what if he came because of that!
Surely I'd be found
Cowering in my narrow bed,
The sheet up to my chin,
And he might be a rapist burglar!
What a pickle to be in!
I lay there in a zombie state
Until the dawn of day
And then the telephone rang again!
*
It was Caroline to say
'I rang your number by mistake
In the middle of the night!
I've rung now to apologise!
Did you get a fright!'
*
Another uncomfortable night here:
