One Star

I went on a lovely vacation

But found it a troublesome chore.

I wanted a sunny location

And scenery I could adore.

I booked at a quaint little lodging

Securing a room and a bed,

But found myself needlessly dodging

The owner’s harassment instead.

Of course, he was lovely at check-in:

He passed me my keys with a smile.

“Please make this your home,” he had beckoned;

“We hope you will stay for a while.”

Despite the man’s warm salutation

And offer to let down my guard,

Enjoying the accommodation

Became very taxing and hard.

Now when I am home I will daily

Spend time strolling ‘round in the nude.

But though I’d been welcomed so gaily,

I then got called vulgar and rude!

And though when I’m home I let dishes

Pile up and then cultivate mold,

This countered the owner man’s wishes—

Or so I was boorishly told.

So though I had high expectations

And though I had come from afar

For these modest accommodations

I leave just one desolate star.

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