Hotelier Lloyds and Customer Curtis
To me Lloyd can’t attend:
He does badly offend,
Customers’ patience bend;
After them could dogs send,
So that cries might air rend,
One sure to go crazy,
When Lloyd’s answer is lazy…
I’d pay Lloyd good money
But found it not funny,
As Lloyd made it out wealth
Grabbed from off-and-on stealth.
Now, I’m free to wilt
And courage lose long built…
I draw not Lloyd’s notice,
For he serves not Curtis.
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