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The worst hotel in which I did stay

Was the Gilman House in Innsmouth, M.A.

The bed where I lay reeking of cod

On a strange winter's night in Innsmouth was odd,

Hotel , that smell, oh well,

Checked in a room with a fishy smell.

The bald concierge so loudly did croak,

"We do not take kindly to no city folk!"

He scowled and he glared through distended eyes,

Like a fish that was wearing a human disguise.

Hotel, that smell, oh hell,

Everything had a rotten squid smell.

I called down the room service for food.

A hideous woman delivered it nude.

She belched through her gills, "Take me for wife!"

I fled out of Innsmouth afraid of my life.

Hotel from hell, hotel, that smell!

Run for my life from that ichthyic smell.