The William Butler Yeats' Room

“Relax, and take it slow now”,
The wife is telling me;
“No need at all to go now--
this lovely inn is free”.

Someone should send these to the owner of the hotel. I think she/he would get a kick out of them.

No, the owner would hate Jim's. It's absolutely brilliant, but "this inn is free" is not a sentiment the owner is likely to want to post on the wall.

The Old English Room

Here is the hostel....a home for good poets.
The rooms here are named for....a roster of writers.
Breakfast is served....in the Battleaxe Ballroom,
bagels and Danish....beware of the dragon.



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Drat! Michael beat me to OE, so I'm gonna have to grab ME quick.

The Geoffrey Chaucer Room

Whan longen folk to goon on pilgrimages
Ther honouréd auctores for to seeke,
Thanne comen they unto this hostelrye
Inquiring on the rates for the weeke.

(editing back to add a poet's name and a title)

More like, "This inn is every penny we can squeeze out of you, even if customer service common sense says we owe you a discounted room."

The Hemingway Second Honeymoon Suite

Although Pilar sleeps like the dead,
prepare yourself for when she wakes -
turn on our new vibrating bed -
and she will think the earth still shakes.

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The Robbie Burns Room

Wee sleekit cow’rin tim’rous beastie
b’neath the mattress is thy nestie
thou’s made ma wifie luk so pastie
indentbu’ stopped her battlin’
I wad be laith from here t’chaise thee
indentan’ start her prattlin’.

The ROBERT LOWELL Room:

Those blèssed shutters, line by line⎯
why are they no help to me now
I want to make
something bright not cigar-brown?
I hear the voice of my own noise.
My neighbour’s vision is less hexed
than my nervous, garish New England
disposition.
Sometimes everything I write
with the hard-lard of my might
seems a Polaroid,
insipid, shoeless; brash-bruises
like this sky.
All’s misalignment.
Yet why not complain over what’s happened?
Pray for layman’s anarchy. . .

Found on the Floor in the Dylan Thomas Room

Our Sports Pub is a step away,
to ease your thirst at end of day;
do not go gentle into that good night
without a Bud or Miller Light.

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