Hotels 2 – By Hermione Moist (With Apologies To Walter de la Mare)

‘Is anybody there?’ said the Traveller,

Knocking on the moonlit door;

And his horse in the silence champed the grasses

Of the forest’s ferny floor:

And a bird flew up out of the turret,

Above the Traveller’s head:

And he smote upon the door a second time;

Is there anybody there?’ he said.

But no one descended to the Traveller;

Well, that’s what you get for booking on line when you’re pissed.