The virtual is on the blink ,
wearily she tried to think ,
which makes it really rather hard
to pay by actual credit card.
She lay upon the stone cold floor ,
imagined roses round the door ,
fantasy blanket warmly wrapped ,
as she tried to take a nap.
The hotel's special breakfast pill
of egg and bacon was a thrill ,
but the second tablet was a bore -
she couldn't swallow any more.
Paying at the mini booth
was a pain to tell the truth ;
the ghost reception had a line ,
and didn't know the checkout time.
Since the virtual had gone down ,
no access to the plastic town ;
the train was a computer game
but she had to catch it just the same.
Which button then to press
was a question of a guess -
at least she got the highest score ,
so it didn't matter any more.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment