This is how bored I get working at Shangri-la Hotel's desk...

Al the Pope ---- Shangri-la Hotel
What's her fate, let me tell!
Scoldings are what she gets,
there's nothing much to scare.
Injustice falls upon her day by day,
2 words for her: NOT GAY!
Snobs, bitches, slimeballs are who she sees,
Not even a hunk to seize!
"What am i doing here!"
Her woes no one can hear.
Radio, directory and victim she becomes,
it's hard to remain calm.
What stupidity had this intellectual got herself into?
Her brain must be totally screwed!
"Lalala..." is all she can sing,
the idea of staying there STINKS!
Listen to this:
if thou shalt submit to thy weakness,
there is only more jokes for us!
Now that she is feeling blue,
she is tempted to drink at Blu,
Excuse all my bad puns,
but writing poetry is seldom so fun.
That's all for now folks,
till we meet again, Adieu~