They Owe Me Cash

They owe me cash and soon they ought to pay,
But I don't know the number of the train.
I phoned up John to see what he would say.

I'm journeying once more this Saturday,
And need the funds to travel yet again.
They owe me cash and soon they ought to pay.

My first polite complaint I threw away,
And needing better words to show disdain,
I phoned up John to see what he would say.

I spent six hours sitting yesterday,
And want some reparations for my pain.
They owe me cash and soon they ought to pay.

Their form confuses me, to my dismay.
I wanted someone else to help explain -
I phoned up John to see what he would say.

His words of wisdom spurred me on my way,
So bear with me for now while I complain.
They owe me cash and soon they ought to pay.
I phoned up John to see what he would say.

After Liz's party in Leeds back in 2003, we travelled back to Cambridge. There were problems shortly before Newark, and we spent four hours going nowhere. We all took complaint forms away with us, but only John was cunning enough to get the train's number.

Earlier in the journey, Verity had suggested that I should write a villanelle. So here one is, maybe.