The Duchess Poem by Walter C. Edwards

The Duchess always says,
this hotel sucks,
house cleaning is so bohemian,
the servants don’t get up early enough,
breakfast is never on time,
it sometimes makes her lose her mind,
I need to go outside,
smell the fresh air,
I am a Duchess,
are they not aware,
lunch is almost always the same,
the buffet is so common,
the whole place seems to be in disarray,
but she does like dinner time,
the wind the chimes,
the music, the laughter,
then she demands,
her massage after, to relax her,
if not she will make it known,
this hotel sucks.