This Room

This place is really nice,
Better by far than I deserve;
The champagne’s here on ice
And I believe I did observe

The beach is only twenty yards
From here, where we’ll be staying;
Our friends who own this place
Say they’ll the full cost be defraying

So we’re in paradise for free.
And that’s all there is too it —
It seems so arduous
But I guess someone’s
Got to do it

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Beleaguered Servant

Owen Servant is an online poet working in a style that's been described as "compulsive". In real life, he is an actuary, because being a poet wasn't unpopular enough.

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