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….
A place I've almost gone to a couple of times... but fortunately every time I called they were booked.... You've captured my insanity. ~Lee
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Horribly weird funny poem, just love it! Any suggestions fro those of us living on the ground floor, though, Roger? And can you guarante a colour change? Is there a money-back guarantee if it doesn't work? Love, Fran xxx