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This incident happened to me during my visit to Germany in 1975 In the German town of Rothenberg,
There's a little quaint hotel,
Where I was staying, having fun,
When from their grace I fell. For I was with a friend of mine,
A girl whose name was Mary,
We came back in at two A. M.,
And that's when things got scary.
We met the watchman at the door,
And all he did was pout,
He let my Mary go right in,
But said I must "GET OUT !!" I tried to push my way inside,
To get a little sleep,
The watchman grabbed me by my wrist,
I landed in the street. I laid there bruised and hurting bad,
I really needed help.
To get myself inside that place
Was hopeless by myself. I met up with eleven girls,
And told them of my plight,
They said that they would lend a hand,
So I could sleep tonight. We met the watchman at the door,
He didn't seem to mind,
And as the ladies walked inside,
I trailed on in behind. And that is when he spotted me,
And I was on the run,
Throughout the kitchen, down the hall,
It wasn't any fun. I finally made it to my room,
The watchman on my tail,
And shakily I used the key,
While feeling kind of frail. It's been a while since I was there,
But now the time is right,
To see that place one time again,
But this time with my wife. If this article is used in any publication, please send a copy of the publication to David Pekrul at
170 Carr Cres.
Okotoks, AB
T1S 1E3
Canada
E-Mail:dpekrul@gmail.com |
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