Sense Sonnet - Tickler

 Tug of War

My buddy and I ate lunch at

An expensive restaurant and

The waiter put the bill down that

Each of us picked up with one hand.

And each one holding a bill end,

We did engage  in tug of war,

With bill payer the winning friend.

After all, that's what friends are for.

As back and forth our arms went,

We knocked into my buddy's plate,

That flew on him by accident,

Winning the tug of war by fate.

My buddy looked at me quite grim.

As it turned out, lunch was on him.