Unplanned Vacation
"We're going on vacation," my husband said. I gave him a big kiss.
Time away from home and housework was something I wouldn't miss.
"Let's check into our hotel," I cried, when I heard thunder.
"Which hotel?" My husband asked. I looked at him with wonder.
"You made reservations, didn't you?" I asked with a sense of doom.
The town over-flowed with people. We'd never get a room.
We drove by nice hotels and inns. "No vacancy", signs read.
We were in the dingy part of town when he turned the car around.
There was a lit sign above a doorway, a room was to be found.
A shirtless man said, "Money first", I gave my man a frown.
He whispered, "It's a flophouse." I didn't like that term.
The look I gave my husband was meant to make him squirm.
And as I glared, I truly hoped that it would cause him pain.
Coming with no reservation, was really quite insane.
I vowed if we got home alive, I'd never leave again.
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