Message in a Bottle

A bottle washed up on the shore,

In front of me and there I saw,

A written message held therein,

And from my hair I took pin.

The bottle opened using strength,

Hairpin having sufficient length,

Slowly I pulled out the paper,

Intending to read it a little later.

I took it home to show my mother,

My father, sister and my brother.

Unfurled the paper and read aloud,

The words presented bold and proud.

“I’ve written this note just to see,

If someone finds it and rings me.

My number’s written at the end,

This invitation I extend.

I’m hoping to receive a call,

That would be phenomenal.”