My first poem in ballad genre.Please rectify my mistakes.

The phone is chiming tring tring,
All visions are geared up to who is calling.
Who can it be? assumptions commenced,
A needy relative or a lost friend.

The phone is chiming tring, tring, tring,
Please pick up the phone, daddy yells.
Mom's involved in the kitchen, it's not her only responsibility,
Leave your assignment, attend the call,
Maybe a plan for the concert or invite to attend...