In a hotel room

Eons ago, in a hotel room,

I came face to face with doom!

Danger did loom

There in that dark room!

 

A ghoul seated on a broom

Appeared in the bedroom

And sprinkled some gloom

On my soul, so in need of a bloom!

 

Ready to be my bridegroom

Our union to be proclaimed in the ballroom

He called out to the groom

To have a festive lunchroom!

 

When I found strength to be a boom

I called out with my heart's zoom

And my Lord removed my gloom

By dissipating my cursed brume!

 

Eons ago, in a hotel room

I begot a boon, and a re-gloom

And my soul began to re-groom

For at last, I had found my real room!