Paskins Hotel "Brighton"
I wrote this piece of poetry about 7 years ago, and Paskins Hotel have modernised a little bit, and I think it looks attractive, and beautiful still. I was with three of my best friends and we decided to go to Brighton to get away from London and have a good time in the club’s and pubs.
Paskins Hotel
Crimson cream colours
Laced the old brick walls
The boys arrived late last night
After bee-all-and-end-alls.
Clear salty windows
The roughest rude breeze
Bowling down the Brighton
Alongside the sea.
Some red marble glass
Smiling suitcase umbrella
Breakfast in the basement place
Without the other fellas.
Coven blessed ceiling patches
Old lamp lights flicker on
Our award winning friendly host’s
Sing such merry songs.
Old creaking floor-boards
Add to antiquity
In our comfy resting place
Far from London city.
Waiters with broad smiles
So pretty much agree
In the Paskins Hotel Lodge
In a room made for three.
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