Operator, operator… <br />The phone to Paradise Hell Hotel, please <br /> <br />Nice garden big pool with fish inside <br />Wooden reception nice paintings that glide <br /> <br />Room 121 bring me some food please, ah and wine <br />Look up my friend in the sky cause soon you will die <br /> <br />Is that extra for the wine and the dye? <br />What? You will die, do you understand? <br /> <br />Ok when will I dye my hair? <br />No, no you will DIE <br /> <br />Ok where is it? <br />What? <br /> <br />The dye. Where’s the dye? <br />If you open the door to the balcony and jump over <br />you will find your dye there and there would be nothing more to cover <br /> <br />Now I see… <br /> <br />Wow I am flying….<br /><br />Roger Bewman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/paradise-hell-hotel/
