Photo Booth Poem

In the booth of photographic illusions one wonders what’s behind
The curtain of self doubt that creates a makeshift blind;
A sturdy boot or stiletto heel one may glimpse, but nothing more,
And very few dare to step inside that lonely booth on the third floor.

Some said that it was haunted, others said they were mad,
Others said a guy inside had died he looked so bad,
But only the courageous entered, and I was too scared,
But for the wonder which befell me I was completely unprepared -

I drew aside the curtain and stepped inside the door,
I looked aghast around me, I looked around in awe,
The walls were pearly marble and appareled with a flower,
In front there was a basin, behind there was a shower,

Oh the joy of the discovery, that I could have a wash!
I never found a photo booth anything like as posh,
It had every bathroom facility, every type of soap -
It even had a loofah which was more than I could hope.

All this for three pound fifty was quite a new delight,
Far from the simple photo booth it had seemed upon first sight,
Its sparkling plush interior was hidden by the blind,
And only a select few know of the heaven that lies behind