Brian K. Bilverstone Poet Rhyme

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A couple of weeks before I wrote this, in 2021, I was standing in a hotel lobby as a small group of senior citizens arrived, with their ridiculously small suitcases and their ridiculously inflated expectations. As well-trained as the receptionists were, I could see, by the time the old dears had finally been shunted off to their rooms, that the staff were clearly frazzled.
You should have seen their expressions when another coach-load turned up!

 

Friday Night Check-Ins

Friday Night Check-ins


The days have been calm and collected.
The guests have been happy, content.
The weekday staff scurry out from the hotel
To avoid the upcoming event.

Weekend receptionists tremble
As the Friday night check-ins approach,
Fearing the tsunami of wrinklies
On their three-day excursions-by-coach.

The first vehicle’s brakes squeal their warning
As its door opens up with a sigh.
The girl at the desk and her male teammate
Watch the porchway with dread in their eyes.

The first wrinkly disembarks backwards,
Reaching up to be handed her Zimmer.
The scowl on her face giving more than a hint
Of the litany of protests within her.

Slowly the vehicle disgorges
Its fifty malcontent arrivals.
The front desk staff offer a brief heartfelt prayer
For their sanity, composure, survival.

Like an unerring wave of displeasure
The wrinklies shuffle in through the door,
Shoving aside anyone heading out – 
They’ve made this manoeuvre before.

The party’s predominantly female,
Determined and far from benign.
Apart from one chap, in windcheater and cap
Looking hen-pecked and toeing the line.

They descend on reception like locusts,
Complaining, demanding and cackling.
The staff at the desk have nowhere to hide
From the surge of objections they’re tackling.

Ground floor room! No steps! Wheelchair access!
Why no lift? Single occupant! Porter!
The tottery old girl with the big Zimmer frame
Demands a young man to escort her.

The onslaught is tough and relentless
As the wrinklies press home their attack.
Then, deftly dealt-with, the tidal wave thins
As they head to their rooms to unpack.

Pleased with the way things were handled,
The reception-staff think they’ve survived.
But outside the lobby, brakes hissing with glee,
Another full coach has arrived…

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Don Hamaliuk January 29, 2024 at 7:07 AM This is a classic senior's poem. Well done. Brian K. Bilverstone January 29, 2024 at 2:45 PM It was like a scene from a sixties comedy, staff rushing hither and thither, besieged by oldies. Just had to be commited to verse!

Peter Walsh January 29, 2024 at 5:58 AM lol I could see theeord pictures you painted so vividly! Class poem it really made my day! Brian K. Bilverstone January 29, 2024 at 2:46 PM So glad it gave you a laugh. It was a scene that was difficult to forget! Thank you very much for your comments.

Kim Rodrigues December 20, 2022 at 6:05 PM What a day with the “wrinklies” Brian K. Bilverstone December 21, 2022 at 2:00 AM Yes, I watched the event with what I can only describe as Sympathetic Hilarity. Thank you for commenting.

Ilene Bauer December 20, 2022 at 12:44 PM brian - this is delightful, hilarious and perfectly rhymed (a huge plus for me!). i love your use of "the wrinklies" - that should be patented (don't know if that's even possible, but it's so fresh and creative.) bravo! Brian K. Bilverstone December 21, 2022 at 2:01 AM I suppose we all get to be Wrinklies in the end. Actually not the end. There is one more stage - Crumblies - but they aren't usually fit enough for coach trips! Thank you very much for your comment.