a mystery trip

 a mystery trip

a mystery trip

not sure you wanted to go

you didn’t book it

but you were on the bus

it was a poor trip

the bus was going too fast

the driver was horrible 

and although the scenery was’t new

it was distorted by the speed

they were all talking so fast

you couldn’t keep up

however fast you ran

they would not listen

it wasn’t that bad when you arrived

you kept telling them that

but they would not listen

either that or

they didn’t understand

but you stayed a while

just to be polite

although the (sugar?) in the tea was puerile 

the tablecloth was clean

and the linen crisp and fresh

  remember the linen room

  the mitred sheets and the pillows

  open ends to the window

  no red flowers and all in the sluice at night

  long busy nights

  but it is quieter now

time to end your shift 

time for a nice homely cup of tea

and to see how him indoors is coping

maybe take it easy for once 

no need to think it through

it is enough

to take things as given

to chat to friends

to settle down with a good book

you could even ask jim the swim

to write a story about the runaway bus

and the emergency door

that led to a sunny beach

toes in the sand

paddling all the way along the sunset

he’d like that

especially if you gave him a strong cuppa

yes

you might both enjoy that 

something to look forward to

always has been

hasn’t it

time 

nice time

all the time in the world

no more mystery trips

you are both too old for that

another welsh cake?

a nice cuppa