The intention of this establishment
is that offerings be fresh, the views
spectacular, accommodations warm.
But the patrons are somewhat showy,
downright gaudy actually, and a rat-like
predator is gnawing at door handles.
A friendly atmosphere, neighbourly
warmth, a shout out to the working
folk, the weary, a celebratory venue.
It’s the pretentious who are gathering,
thespians whose masks belie truths,
is this the effect we are aiming for?
Disguise is comfort, opportunity for
accomplishment is best-managed
by well established fronts, you see.
One Woman's Quest 