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This incident happened to me
during
my visit to Germany in 1975
In the
German town of Rothenberg,
There's a little quaint hotel,
Where I was staying, having fun,
When from their grace I fell.
For I
was with a friend of mine,
A girl whose name was Mary,
We came back in at two A. M.,
And that's when things got scary.
We met
the watchman at the door,
And all he did was pout,
He let my Mary go right in,
But said I must "GET OUT !!"
I
tried to push my way inside,
To get a little sleep,
The watchman grabbed me by my wrist,
I landed in the street.
I laid
there bruised and hurting bad,
I really needed help.
To get myself inside that place
Was hopeless by myself.
I met
up with eleven girls,
And told them of my plight,
They said that they would lend a hand,
So I could sleep tonight.
We met
the watchman at the door,
He didn't seem to mind,
And as the ladies walked inside,
I trailed on in behind.
And
that is when he spotted me,
And I was on the run,
Throughout the kitchen, down the hall,
It wasn't any fun.
I
finally made it to my room,
The watchman on my tail,
And shakily I used the key,
While feeling kind of frail.
It's
been a while since I was there,
But now the time is right,
To see that place one time again,
But this time with my wife.
by David Ronald Bruce Pekrul
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