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Regalia's Rhapsody: A Comedy of Errors
At Hotel Regalia, where woes begin,
A place where service is but a sin.
Let me recount with satirical glee,
The horrors that befell my wife and me.
First, the Guard of Tips, so bold, so grand,
Blocked our lift, outstretched his hand.
"Pay up," he demanded with a leer,
A tipping culture, oh so dear.
The intercom, a silent ghost,
For any help, we had to coast,
Down to the desk, where they’d just shrug,
Three days of silence, not a single plug.
The restaurant, a culinary fright,
Served overpriced dishes, night by night.
Late they came, with tastes so vile,
We'd have preferred a famine, by a mile.
Room cleaning? Oh, what a jest!
Ignored requests, our patience pressed.
Dust bunnies danced, and grime did stay,
A showcase of neglect on full display.
So here’s my tale, both grim and wry,
Of Hotel Regalia, where standards die.
Stay away, let this be a warning clear,
Or face the wrath of service drear.
An unhappy guest, with pen in hand,
Sesha Giri Rao, I make my stand.