The Toy with a Voice

All of us were sleeping 

Suddenly, I heard a drum beat.

What was that noise?

Minutes pass, and it happens again.

Now, I heard a car

Revving louder

Silence.

Finally, we have peace.

Vroom, vroooom.

Bonk! BONK!

The sound pierced through the darkness.

Was it a phone?

Was it a truck?

Mama, what IS that noise?

I don't know, but if it happens again, I'll find out.

BONK!!!
Short, loud bursts.

Vroom, vrooom.

Rawr!

It's got to be a toy.

But what makes that noise?

It's not in the living room

Or behind closed doors

Lurking in the shadows

Was an especially curious noise

Soon, it wailed louder

Mama looked for the noise.

Seeing a blue light

She thought, "Oh my gosh! What in the world?"

In the bathroom she found the culprit

It was one of the boys' toys!

Lying on the floor

Was the plastic phone 

That used to chirp and squeak with happiness

And even play the drums

But one fateful day

It was dropped in the commode.

Just a little water changed it forevermore.

Now, it spontaneously burst forth with sound

Vroom, vroom.

Rawr. Ahh!

I won't be quiet now!

"It's not supposed to work if you don't touch it," Mama said.

Interrupting sleep,

Jolting me out of bed

This toy had become a source of dread.

Mama said, "I know what I'll do

I'll take the batteries out!"

Gone are the revving engines

And ear-splitting sounds.

I've got the power now!

And so we drifted off to sleep

And my nephews were oblivious to the sounds of the night

That gave us all such a fright.

Each time you press it

It is a mystery.

Will it sound like a car, a chainsaw, a tiger?

No one knows what it will be.

The toy has a voice,

Morphing anew each time.

Muttering indistinguishable sounds 

It is sure to confound.

This simple toy 

Was begging to be heard

Understood? Never!

It's just absurd.