“Oh, you must come and visit me, Darling,
in this charming old cottage of mine.
I have a nice guest room,
in fact it’s the best room;
the view from it’s simply divine.”
So I went, leaving what I was used to:
city life with its permanent thrill.
My great-aunt was charming,
though it was alarming
how difficult days were to fill.
No, I’m sorry, I can’t hack the country:
the slow life, the silence as well.
That first time – and last time –
not my kind of pastime
at all. It’s as lonely as hell.
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