Paradise Hell Hotel Poem by Roger Bewman

Operator, operator…
The phone to Paradise Hell Hotel, please

Nice garden big pool with fish inside
Wooden reception nice paintings that glide

Room 121 bring me some food please, ah and wine
Look up my friend in the sky cause soon you will die

Is that extra for the wine and the dye?
What? You will die, do you understand?

Ok when will I dye my hair?
No, no you will DIE

Ok where is it?
What?

The dye. Where’s the dye?
If you open the door to the balcony and jump over
you will find your dye there and there would be nothing more to cover

Now I see…

Wow I am flying….