The Hallways of BucCONeer

As I walked out in the hallways of BucCONeer,
As I walked out at the WorldCon one day,
I spied a young filker whose oversize button
Said "Came to the Con, but I've no place to stay."

"I see by your songbooks that you are a filker,"
These words she did say as I slowly walked by.
"Come sit down beside me and hear my ose story:
Screwed by the hotel, I'm so mad I could cry.

"I sent my deposit in late January
And called to confirm the first week of July.
The Marriott said, 'Well, we seem to have lost it.
The whole town's booked solid. Tough noogies. Good-bye.'

"I made me a sign to attach to my backpack."
She turned herself 'round and I saw what it said:
"The blasted hotel lost my room reservation.
I've no place to stay and will filk for a bed."

I opened my notebook and pulled out a marker.
I made a new sign, which I urged her to use.
She looked at it, shrugged, pinned it over the old one,
And said, "Well, at least I've got nothing to lose."

In less than five minutes a popular author
Looked down with a grin, said "I've been in your shoes
On many a book tour, and though I hate filking
I've got a spare bed, which you're welcome to use."

She gave me a hug and went off with the author.
I smiled at my sign, which had not been in vain:
"The blasted hotel lost my room reservation.
Will filk for a bed or -- your choice -- will refrain."