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
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