I’m not sure what happened
They said I must go.
To this place they once heard of
But didn’t quite know.
It’s tight with small rooms
Yet large like a maze
And everyone seems
To be in such a haze.
Everyone is wandering
And it’s just such a bore
Can’t someone do something
Before I lie down and snore.
So if you have an idea
Do come and tell.
Because this is starting to feel
Like a god-awful hotel.

Martin. Martin. Where are you. I'd appreciate even a clue.