All hail the mid-range hotel,
In all its reasonably priced imperial purple glory.
The crisp cleanliness of its cutout rooms;
Those icons of art:
The large flower, and
The abstract woodland.
Windows are sealed for our comfort and safety,
Ineffable, almighty mattresses of perfect rest,
Tasteful taupe identikit walls,
A hush in the halls.
All hail the mighty mid-range hotel,
Where single diners eat efficient breakfasts in referent silence.
Praise to the unnecessary cushions
And the dolls-house kettle;
You do it so well, mid-range hotel.