Who would be calling at this late an hour?
Such an interruption had made this kiss sour.
With much disdain, I picked up the call.
What I then heard wasn't expected at all.
The embarrassing question made my head hotter,
When he wanted to know what I've done with his daughter.
So I quickly hung up and turned to my love,
And she made a small gasp, like the coo of a dove.
I told my dear honey that it was her father.
What I'd hear next would bring about a bother.
The fact that she told me her daddy was dead,
Brought up a question inside my head.
Now every night, I awake with a groan,
With the answer-less question: "THEN WHO WAS PHONE?!?!?!?!"