He checked into his hotel room,
to get a good night’s sleep.
The air smelled like a skunk’s
perfume
and dust was layered deep.
The shower water did not heat.
The toilet would not flush.
The bed had crumbs beneath the
sheet.
The fridge was full of slush.
He argued for a full refund.
The clerk said, “Just trust
us.”
They charged him twice and left
him stunned:
A case of inn justice.
Copyright ©2018, Paul H. Harder II
This poem is licensed under a Creative Commons
BY-NC-ND 4.0 License.
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