My First Beau (I think)

A boy called me on the phone;
and wanted to know if I was home.
I told him I was busy that day;
and had to throw the horses some hay.
"So, how are you?" He stuttered.
"Just fine. But I must clean my room.
It's very cluttered."
Afer that I got off the phone.
And if the truth must be told,
I felf my senses had been turned into mold.