WARTIME HOTELS

This poem is about the secrets of wartime hotels
Trying to paint a picture of the sights and smells 
Spivs would be there doing a most shady deal
Whether it be a piece of jewellery or automobile 

Rich folk to these hotels would very often frequent 
Deliberating over the menu many a hour spent 
Some of the guests would turn out to be spies
Trying not to be seen and were masters of disguise 

Wish I were there at Claridges or the Savoy 
So much to witness and so much to enjoy 
Those wartime hotels had secrets for sure
Will always remain during the outbreak of war