Ode To The Decrepit Hotel That Smells Like Body Odor
By Pamela Storch
As I walked up many stairs
And entered the hotel,
I checked in at reception,
And was hit with such a smell.
And in my room the stench increased,
Like armpit was the air,
And even on the towels,
There was body odor there.
The lobby’s coffee reeked of it,
The carpets creaked with age,
It felt quite like a nursing home,
I wanted to burn sage,
The bedding smelled like B.O.,
Like a perfume was the smell,
If eau de B.O. was for sale,
The source is this hotel.
And so the moral of this poem,
I certainly propose,
Is do not sleep in any place,
You need to hold your nose.
Experience the humor and sharp wit of Ode to the Decrepit Hotel That Smells Like Body Odor by Pamela Storch — a playful poetic take on an unforgettable (and very smelly) stay.
In Ode to the Decrepit Hotel That Smells Like Body Odor, Pamela Storch transforms an unpleasant hotel stay into comedic verse. From creaky carpets to eau de B.O., this humorous poem captures every quirky detail with rhyme and wit.
The hotel in Jerusalem where this inspiration took place shall remain anonymous.
Background image lovingly created from a crumpled paper napkin.
