The Magician In The Bar Poem by Nikhil Kusnur

Whisky splattered on the table,
Glasses clashed and broke.
The bartender yelled angrily,
But everything seemed a joke.

Yet, I'd seemed to watch beyond,
He! Unaware he felt queer.
A glass of whisky fell once more.
Followed by a bottle of beer.

The moonlight shone upon a window,
His eyes were completely red.
Folks that stared at him so keen,
Until the bartender said:

"You must pay the bill. You must.
Of the glasses and the wine,
And the beer and whisky, alas!
But you say everything is fine?

A show tomorrow! Haven't you?
To pay the bill, tell your tricks tonight
The ones you'll perform tomorrow.
Even the ones you think you might! "

The magician stared in disbelief,
His tricks were precious than money.
But he had to actually pay the bill.
And he did not have a penny.

The really, really poor magician.
Had to unwillingly spill the beans.
And at the magic show the next day.
The poor artist wasn't to be seen.