In a Hotel Room
Eons ago, in a hotel room,
I came face to face with doom!
Danger did loom
There in that dark room!
A ghoul seated on a broom
Appeared in the bedroom
And sprinkled some gloom
On my soul, so in need of a bloom!
Ready to be my bridegroom
Our union to be proclaimed in the ballroom
He called out to the groom
To have a festive lunchroom!
When I found strength to be a boom
I called out with my heart's zoom
And my Lord removed my gloom
By dissipating my cursed brume!
Eons ago, in a hotel room
I begot a boon, and a re-gloom
And my soul began to re-groom
For at last, I had found my real room!
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