Atlantis, the Lost Casino
Because real estate on the Boardwalk was in great demand,
the company had to build on a small section of land.
The casino was fashioned in European multi-level style.
Management believed it had a winner all the while.
The waitresses wore the familiar bunny ears and cotton tails.
The ship was on the sea with the wind billowing the sails.
However, in no time, the ship would run aground.
The public didn’t like escalators and tight places management found.
The competition within the city proved too strong.
What appeared to be all the right moves changed into wrong.
Unsuccessful business operations is what the management got.
Today, the site of the hotel is just a vacant lot.
Copyright © Robert Pettit | Year Posted 2012
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