High Hotel Bill

Ten straight hours of planned drills From which they had superb thrills, All later eating their fill, Enough strength to climb a hill... But soon surfaced a fat bill And Lil sought to Steward kill; Ten minutes spent ranting still: "Ten Grand" only by God's will Or from a large farm he'll till... "No, much of it from Rich Gill And yet a part from poor Mill!" Accepting the bitter pill Of swaddling Hotel bill Exceedingly high like hill One can't total change with skill