Sonnet - "Shall I compare thee to a Days Inn stay?"

Why, yes, I shall compare thee to a Days Inn stay, thank you for asking.

Shall I compare thee to a Days Inn stay?

Your towels have threads, no stains on your rug

Their rude desk crew wished I would go away

But you have ice when I need ale to chug

Top floor is loud, can’t sleep at night or day

The clerk tweeted out I was being a bug

Your sweet smile blankets like the Milky Way

You make me blush, and now I need a hug

Days Inn stinks like old socks dredged out the bay

Revenge will be sweet on that damn motel

When it’s torn down and becomes Taco Bell.

[Yeah, I’m looking at you, Days Inn #464, out by County Line Road. So in advance of our next meeting, let me just say: “Can I get a Burrito Supreme and two orders of those cinnamon twist things? To go. Thanks.”]