Cafe a la Hotel de la Mad

So I enter
The place. Spic and span,
So white!
So clean
With walls
So sharp!
It is so...
Sterile, I suppose.
But at the same time, round,
And inviting.

I wait for attention,
Smiles!
greet me, all around
Yess, yess, any
table
you
like!

So... white.

I get
the menu
I choose
my meal
It sounds
too good!
I think to myself "yes, yes,
I was right.
It was nice, to dine here,
tonight".
Spartan, almost, yet...
Busy, at the same time.
Yet still.
And quiet.
Except...
The kitchen...
I would see the same chef, every
time
Turn with his round eyes and
round face;
Smile with his moustache, and
Close the kitchen door.
Why would you need a soundproof door?
And what's that that I saw on the floor?
I could have sworn I heard someone call
For help? No no, not at all,
I'm being stupid now, I said aloud,
Suddenly, all smiles turned to frowns
Upturned faces of circus clowns
And I smelt, beyond a doubt,
Something wrong in the air.
Now I panicked
Grabbed my coat, hat
And vanished
without a stir
But not before
I noticed that which made
my blood
Curdle...
A trickle
of brown,
Red... something
Came crawling
from the door
And what was white
Was white no more