The Rosy Bay Hotel Poem by Francis Duggan

More than five dollars for a glass of beer
Only the well to do can linger here
And if you live on low income or welfare
To socialize you have to go elsewhere.

You won't find 'battlers' at the Rosy Bay
The higher prices they can't afford to pay
Even the strictest of dress codes apply
You must wear suit a collared shirt and tie.

Sir Robert Seer come here with Maud his wife
They can afford the better things in life
His empire growing a multi billionaire
With less well offs he's not been known to share.

And David Sloan his businesses are growing
And all the trappings of great wealth he's showing
He buys a rolls royce every second year
And he doesn't feel worried by what they charge for beer.

He often takes his mistress out to tea
She's only twenty he is sixty three
But Pru for him doesn't sit at home and sigh
She's enjoying herself with her young lover boy.

Old Andy Rucker brings his wife to tea
Of late it's said he has poor memory
But he can tell you how he made his gold
And he denies he's eighty six years old.

His sixth wife Karen only twenty nine
She likes the high life loves to wine and dine
The rumour goes with him she only stay
To stake her claim when he has passed away.

And blond haired Doris she is sixty nine
Her skin deep bronzed from sun lamp and sun shine
She choose light blond a proven screen for gray
You ask her age? I'm thirty five she say.

Along with her son and daughter she owns big company
And she is at the top of social tree
And she keep herself in shape and dress up well
And she often dine at Rosy Bay Hotel.

With her 'toy boy' Doris is often seen
He looks so young the whisper is nineteen
For sex with him she feels happy to pay
And she wines and dines him at the Rosy Bay.

And Hugo Mueller grossly overweight
Though he has lost a few kilos of late
A billionaire and in appearance big
He hides his baldness in a dark brown wig.

On his achievements Hugo take great pride
And always a young lady at his side
He thinks she love him and he still fail to see
That it's his money that attracts her and not he.

His features hid behind a greying beard
The vice king has no wish to be revered
'Pete Bail' sit back and watch his fortune grow
And money the only god he wish to know.

His five brothels are doing a marvellous trade
And in the past ten years vast fortunes he has made
And what matters to him he's a billionaire
And if some think lesser of him he doesn't care.

He calls to Rosy Bay on friday night
With Joan his lover the known socialite
For dinner and drinks for two four hundred he will pay
There are no cheap nights at the Rosy Bay.

I've only mentioned here a wealthy few
But there are many others well to do
Who can afford to pay six dollars for small glass of wine
And call to rosy bay hotel to dine.

You won't find battlers at the Rosy Bay
The higher price they can't afford to pay
Even the strictest of dress codes apply
You must wear suit a collared shirt and tie.