I think I’ll call…

Things don’t always go just right,

And instead of acting aplomb,

I keep my handy cell phone tight,

And I think I’ll call my mom.

Threw the mix ups, snarls and shouts

And with the horrible day that I had

Nothing at all seems to work out,

So I think I’ll call my dad.

The problems run threw my head,

All jumbling in the dome,

When I figure out what’s been said,

I think I’ll just call home.