Check Please
It's the end of the meal,
You just enjoyed lunch.
You try to get a feel,
Or a hint, or a hunch
Of who's taking the check
When the waiter brings it out.
Your budget's a wreck
And your credit's in doubt.
Maybe it will be Ray,
Eating out was his suggestion...
Just then you're covered with a tray
Of food that avoided digestion.
The waiter says, "I'm sorry, your party eats for free."
You say, "Good news guys, looks like lunch is on me!"
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