an ode to solitude

If there’s one thing I have learned,

On this trip so far from home,

It’s that travelling in a car

Expends you lots of time alone.

Though it’s pleasant driving solo

(And not too much of a bore),

I do find myself just glancing

Over ‘tward the passenger door,

And thinking, “Wouldn’t it be nice

To have a little friend,

Someone I could chatter to,

Someone with an ear to lend.

A Cassie or a Pipulet would be a

A lovely treat,

Or just to have a Pelly sitting in

That empty seat.

An Erik would do wonders for

Those lonely, silent days,

And Emma - she would make me smile

With everything she says.

A Rebs would be perfection

If I needed help with smells,

And Lou’n’Saff a super team -

Oh, where, oh, where is Jules?

A Breezie or a Marchington

Might make a lovely change,

And stop me talking to myself,

Stop me being deranged.

A Ness, a Ranch, a Dannibear

One Freya or one Jess,

A Loz, a Julie, two Melissas:

That would be the best.

Why aren’t the Liters next to me?

It’s quiet - where is Mulkerrins?

Oh, where is all my Big Gay Tent

And everyone from Trellick?

No, it’s just me, I’m on my own

(Unless you’re counting Irons,

Reading Brideshead out to me),

Yes, just me and the lions.
 

And then the lightbulb flickers bright

And things fall into place,

When I remember that so soon

I’ll have my own Roundface!