Sense Sonnet - Tickler

On Account

A hotel guest was checking out.
A charge for fruit was on the bill.
He asked the clerk, "What's this about?"
The clerk replied, "For fruit refill;"
"Each morning, fresh fruit was supplied."
"We ate none." said the guest, distraught.
The clerk's response was short and snide,
"The fruit was there, eaten or not."
The guest scratched out the fruit amount.
"Stop that now," said the clerk, in strife.
The guest replied, "It doesn't count -"
"With your making love to my wife."

"I did not touch your wife - I swear."
"Oh, I know that - but she was there."