When I was twenty-two and lived
In Israel for a spell,
I needed cash and got a job
In a small seaside hotel.
We worked in teams to clean the rooms;
We vacuumed, dusted, scrubbed -
The hardest work I’d ever done
(‘Til teaching, when I subbed).
One little tidbit I recall
Involved the bathroom goals -
Fresh towels, washcloths, bath mat
And new toilet paper rolls.
We never left a started roll
Nor tissue box half-filled,
For seeing something someone used
Would make guests less than thrilled.
I doubt if that’s the case today.
Though I don’t really care,
In my current hotel bathroom,
Two half-rolls were hanging there.
A sign in a Japanese hotel, “Please take advantage of our chambermaid”
Sounds like it could quite possibly involve touching her undercarriage
Steady down, friends
It's only pretend
But on leaving, you should thank her for allowing you backstage
A sign in a Japanese hotel, “Please take advantage of our chambermaid”
Sounds like it could quite possibly involve touching her undercarriage
Steady down, friends
It's only pretend
But on leaving, you should thank her for allowing you backstage
A sign in a Japanese hotel. “You are invited to take advantage
of the chambermaid” sounds like it may involve her undercarriage
Steady down, friends
It's only pretend
But you may want to thank her for allowing you backstage
The Aberdeen bus arrives, deposits and boards
the same people daily. One is the dark-haired
chambermaid at the tourist lodge, awkward
in her print dress and wearing a frown. Her
big breasts inspire and her long legs are
quintessence. The sun dispels moisture,
with fire-blackened face I lick a popsicle
after work and achieve a counterfactual
childhood. This is what the chambermaid’s scowl
is about, the frozen treat and smile of a grown
man. On a summer night what passions
would I find in her? We take our place in the pattern
of daily activity, pick-up trucks with crews
arriving and leaving, uniformed rangers narrow
in their imaginations. Two ravens fly low
over the clearcut like weather, in weather, there will
be weather. Felling trees in the forest, I look uphill.
The ravens float like hawks, nearly immobile.
.
As I sat
comfortably in my
soothing seat
I am put to the test by the sound
the slow creek of her walk
down the wooden
steps
As I try with all wit
to pen on mine slip
her walk closes in
as her finger tips
Yes how quick mine
Wit
my pen and
slip
vanished
when her lips
touched mine hips
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