I had my reservations
As I booked in the hotel
And when I reached my sea view room
I noticed quite a smell
The sound of waves upon the beach
I thought might compensate
But the sight of sick upon the floor
Had rather sealed my fate
I'd checked in to a rubbish tip
Or at least that's what I thought
And my review on trip advisor
Was really rather fraught
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