They asked me to hell,
“Welcome! Welcome!” I was welcomed well…
A few days and nights, a room was set,
A miniature wooden desk,
A board of a bed, from which sleep had long drifted off…
They admired me, everyone that I met there,
And I was given the creamiest of chocolate ice creams;
Astounded by the taste with flying eyes,
I asked what it was and from where…?
They laughed; a few hands stroked my face,
I was told it was time for sleep.
What a great hotel!
So many people of many stories; no matter what you want to hear,
I’ve got a story to tell…