All had been fine with the six that meet, first Tuesday of each month.
All life long friends on different paths, would meet and have some lunch.
All shared their stories and reminisced, as they ate and drank.
But as so oft in life we see, good things will sometimes tank.
These six that meet are very fair, in how they pay their tab.
It all depended on their fortunes, the money that they had.
To keep it fair, they split their bill, like taxes that they pay.
So a sixty dollar bill for lunch, would be paid this way.
Sal was always sad and broke, he never had a dime.
So every month there was no cost, for him to come and dine.
Joe has a job, delivers papers, he simply rides a bike.
He paid a dollar for his lunch, and all thought that was right.
Tom drives cross country, eighteen wheeler, earns a good amount.
For the lunch he paid five bucks, a slight but fair discount.
Rick’s a writer, makes good money, lives in Hollywood,
for each lunch he pays twelve dollars, an amount he thinks he should.
Pete lectures in the Ivy League, a professor true and blue.
He gladly pays fourteen for lunch, a fair amount that’s due.
And Bob did great in real estate, worth billions … nearly four.
Paid twenty-eight bucks for lunch, and he could pay much more.
Six years of Dee Dee’s Deli lunches, before it blew apart.
And all so sad the end occurred, when Dee Dee showed some heart.
She said she wanted them to know, what their business meant,
that henceforth every bill is cut, by twenty-five percent.
Hhmmm what to do, with fifteen dollars, how to split it up?
The easy way to make the split, give each that pay … three bucks.
All quickly saw that wouldn’t work, and Joe he did agree …
paid two bucks to eat your lunch … not fair … it’s more than free.
Dee Dee heard their conversation, and offered a solution,
reduce each bill the same percentage, as was their contribution.
So now there’s two, both Sal and Joe, who will not pay for lunch.
And Tom will pay four bucks not five, it’s something but not much.
Rick pays nine instead of twelve, Pete also pays three less.
And of the fifteen Bob gets seven, a relative largesse.
Then just outside of Dee Dee’s Deli, their thoughts they start to share,
each began to calculate, their savings to compare.
Joe and Tom thought it not fair … one dollar was their share,
that Bob received seven times as much, and no one seemed to care.
Rick and Pete said the discount, should be equal to them all,
they’d write a book, and lecture now, of impudence and gall.
Then Sal cried out … he saw nothing … for him in the deal,
that exploitation of the poor … aahhh yes! Was something real!
So each one finally paid his share, despite conflicting views,
resolving to resume debate, when next month’s bill came due.
First Tuesday of the following month, to Dee Dee’s they all came.
Except for Bob, who lunched in Bali … the group thought that was lame.
They had their lunch, got their bill, then tried to comport …
… after pulling all their funds together … they were twenty dollars short.
(The Random Poet:041817