But years from now perhaps I'll be
more grateful for the company.
When I am old and always ill
and truculent and single still
will we have learned each other's names
and will it squeak up to me "James
your program's on, so come below
and listen to the radio"?
I cannot find it in my soul
to make a call to pest-control.
There surely are worse things around
than bleak, malignant rattling sounds.