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’
