Is there a reason why I am pacing this parquet floor
In beefeater livery? Honestly, I cannot say that there
Is. Why have I purchased this car which is too big
To fit into my miniscule garage? Again, I don't know.
Maybe I've lost my mind, or maybe Ms. Adelson,
Cabin 13, has addled me. I am undone when she
Passes, smiling and whirling her Union Jack parasol.
"Come, we can drive," I keep meaning to say to her.
So far, I haven't. I stay inside relentlessly pacing
This floor.