Room 136
The maid left her broom
In an unpleasant room
With a smoke alarm chirping
But nothing else working
Our lovely room 136
Perpetually open
The deadbolt was broken
Three keys on the floor
Marked One Thirty Four
Were found in room 136
Door hinges were rusted
The telephone busted
Ants in a cup
Eating dried 7 up
The saga of 136
TV with a squeal
Had no sex appeal
And the mess on the floor
Made us bolt for the door
Abandoning 136.