The Bill Was The Best Item Served Poem by narayana aghalaya

The Bill Was The Best Item Served



I told the waiter:
' surprise me, I am ready
for your new platter.'
he served; I was the needy
his work, was slow but steady

now and then he looked
perhaps at my poker face
as, some time I took;
the friendly bill then, amazed
at last, a smile, my face graced.

Saturday, November 16, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: hotel
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The food was disappointing. Luckily the charges were quite low!
poker face: an expression on someone's face that does not show what they are thinking or feeling -Cambridge Dictionary
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