But a fancy hotel room would sure make a dent.

We could save some coin by pitching a tent

Or nabbing a hostel quoting minimal rent

Featuring drippy faucets, all furniture bent,

And hosted by some sad or creepy old gent.

"You cheap bastard!" Megan started to vent,

"What happened to all the cash that I lent?"

Of course I realized what she had meant.

And I decided to admit where it all went.

"Proudly for beer I paid every last cent!"

Then for sure it was my time to repent.