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A B&B in Brighton It’s only 30 quid We turn up at reception, We wonder why we did The place is dark and dismal The lobby stinks of death The owner nearly knocks us out With her stinking breath We have to share a bathroom With Deirdre & Stan **** stains on the toilet seat Skid marks in the pan The room is small & pokey There is a smell of damp The TV is about the size Of a 1st class postage stamp The landlord smells of cigarettes His wife smells of B.O. The whole place smells of fry-ups We just can’t wait to go
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May 24, 2020
May 24, 2020 at 6:07 AM UTC
A B&B in Brighton
A B&B in Brighton It’s only 30 quid We turn up at reception, We wonder why we did The place is dark and dismal The lobby stinks of death The owner nearly knocks us out With her stinking breath We have to share a bathroom With Deirdre & Stan **** stains on the toilet seat Skid marks in the pan The room is small & pokey There is a smell of damp The TV is about the size Of a 1st class postage stamp The landlord smells of cigarettes His wife smells of B.O. The whole place smells of fry-ups We just can’t wait to go
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May 24, 2020
May 24, 2020 at 6:07 AM UTC
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