A quadrille on greed. With thanks to dVerse for the prompt.
Sitting at the bar all day,
stuffed in the American way,
the tip jar downed another bill
and bellyached it wasn’t full.
Scavenging my inner pocket,
I slipped a note into the bucket:
wisdom from a starving poet
reading: Put a lid on it.
Note
This is a simple quadrille—a poem of exactly forty-four words in length—featuring the word “jar” (line 3), as requested by this week’s dVerse prompt (with thanks to De Jackson for the idea!).
On another note, I still haven’t really gotten used to tipping again at American restaurants since returning from Belgium this past spring. Not being expected to do so in much of Europe was a pleasant surprise—it saved me the trouble of having to make twenty-percent calculations from uneven numbers!
Between Two Rivers 
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