A caller rang the doorbell

Straight way my heartbeat skipped

Who can this be a-ringing

With no visitors on the script

The house is so untidy

I haven’t combed my hair

Fish smells linger from the kitchen

The timing’s so unfair

No chance to try addressing

The mad jumble of concerns

Again the bell rings threatening

To open my can of worms

A moment’s hesitation

Safe this side of the door

Jumping with surprise as

A note flutters to the floor

Then footsteps gate-ward tread

As I guiltily scan the card

‘We tried to deliver a parcel today

You must collect it from our yard’