Grand Hotel (Monotetra) Poem by Terry Hoffman

The Grand Hotel, in its heyday,
attracted all the rich to play.
It sat and overlooked the bay.
They sure did pay! They sure did pay!

The guests would come from far and near,
In touring cars, they would appear;
for this they waited all the year.
To have some cheer! To have some cheer!

The food and drink, only the best
and often times, a great wine fest.
They came each year to take a rest.
To be a guest! To be a guest!

Badminton on the great green lawn,
then their hot bath, it would be drawn.
For dinner, next, perhaps a prawn.
Those days are gone! Those days are gone!