Terraceless
Some hotels have terraces.
Some hotels do not;
But I'm a guest at one
That's at an in-between those spot.
There clearly is a terrace
That was built outside my room
And every other room as well -
That's what you would assume.
But all the railings were removed,
The sliding doors sealed shut;
'Cause if you stepped outside and fell,
You'd win your lawsuit - but...
I wonder why the rails are gone.
What problem was addressed?
A hurricane, an earthquake
Or a suicidal guest?
The fact is, though, that jutting floor
Is like a little tease
And worst of all, I can't enjoy
The breath of any breeze.
So Mr. Marriott, I think
This place needs a revision.
To be or not to be a terrace -
That is your decision.
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