Dear Cover on My Hotel Bed:
Who has lain across your spread?
Whose tired feet have stretched their toes
Across your tacky patterned rows?
And whose bare bum - all red and bumpy
Has graced your surface - soft and comfy?
And how many late night indiscretions
Could you reveal in a confession?
And what of all those pay-per-views
That your bedmates have perused?
Oh Cover of My Squeaky Queen
When was the last time you were cleaned?
Something tells me "Not Today"
And so - this evening - let's part ways
I'll slide you off with pincher fingers
And head to the bath - lest your germs linger
(Pause - look around - gag and groan)
Dear Shower in my Borrowed Home . . .
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