In a Hotel Room
The Hotel brochure came by post
and told me all that I should know.
With not much time to make a choice,
I booked my Room and set to go.
The pictures showed a sunken bath,
with fluffy towels and marble loo;
a typhoon shower, terrazzo tiles,
it even had a bidet, too!
They asked me, did I want to have
a whopping king-sized double bed,
indeed, perhaps, I’d much prefer
a boudoir – for the newlywed?
I gazed upon a sandy beach,
with swaying palms, a lavish view,
and, just nearby, the swimming pool
looked crystal clear and sparkling blue.
So, here I am and weary from
a long and somewhat tiresome flight,
to find my Room is rather small
and looks onto a building site!
~
For Black Eyed Susan's Competition.
Copyright © Charles Clive | Year Posted 2013
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