Van Life (a poem)
I need to find a way to live rent-free,
To quit the 9–5 job on a PC,
To lesson the regular anxiety,
Pick a van to experience a different realty.
First night parking is risky and minus degrees,
Peeing in a bag, and through a Shewee,
Strange men outside in the night, and other beasties,
To be honest, it is all very creepy!
Day two, the weather improves, the forecast sunny,
Move to a different spot, with better scenery,
Go for walks and a little sightsee,
Around lakes and hills and beautiful trees.
Last day, no rush, to go, to have, to do, just be,
Except the trial is soon over, time to return the key,
To pack up, and empty the portapotty
To return to life, to pay the fee.
At home I research the vans eagerly,
Knowing what to look for on Ebay and Gumtree,
One day I’ll find the perfect one, I guarantee,
And find myself again, I hope, with a longer warrantee.
