A Not So Practical Joke

This was written in a time when teenagers did not have cell phones glued to their hips, in a time when most households only had one phone and it was placed either in the kitchen or in the entry hall, maybe beside the coat closet in which I picture little Lizzy whispering in the dark.

Feeling ill, and feeling blue,
I called my mother at our home.
Bored at camp with nothing to do,
I hiked my way to find a phone;

Took three tries to find a dial tone.
But, I got my sister, Lizzy.
She said that she was not alone,
But everyone else was busy.

Little Lizzy, who was still two,
To play little jokes, she was prone.

But I in no mood, angry grew!
I hiked my way to find a phone,
Through mountain air; I felt dizzy.
But still she sounded, still as stone,
Leaving me in quite a tizzy.

I asked her what Mom was up to.
“Busy,” went her whispering drone.
“How about Dad, do you have a clue?
I hiked my way to find a phone!”
“Busy,” went her wee little moan.
“How ‘bout Josh, little miss frizzy?”
“Busy!” went a wee little groan.
Felt my stomach getting fizzy!

“Ask if they’re too busy for Joan.
I hiked my way to find a phone!
And, why are they all so busy?”
“Why?” she said, “Looking for Lizzy!”