A waxy man on a plastic horse
Rides off to hunt an invisible fox;
A chubby brat in a fluffy shirt
Leers at his new friend's golden locks;
Two dopey girls can't see they've hurt
Albino bunnies - but then, of course
All hotel art is wallpaper, framed:
It's not there for study, or nighttime critique;
Just breaks up the stripeyness in between doors
Or conceals the stains from an ancient leak.
What irritates here is that walls on all floors
Exhibit cheap rubbish, with no-one to blame.