Accountant Poems - Poems about Accountant

To Be Sung to the Tune of Man on the Silver Mountain in the style of Ronnie James Dio with Rainbow I compute, I compute I'm a meticulous brute you can't stop me from filing Cause I'm no fun, I'm no fun But I get your tax done The new tax code I'm learning I wear bland attire and lift your refund higher Someone's...

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My accountant said I'm officially poor, so I headed out to the grocery store. Food now costing so much more. Preparing tuna casseroles, eating spaghetti striving to keep track of every penny, is making me anxious, my palms now sweaty.. Gas prices may have stabilized but every thing else continues to rise, even every day household supplies.. Merchants smile at you so you...

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An accountant asks for accuracy Playing figures Always got his mind tangled Blurring his eyes And so bustling the calculator Making his neck strained and fingers stiff But the cunning figures Still manage to escape From his balance sheet sometimes Causing him a severe headache What's more So surprisingly Sometimes has to go all the ways To make fool of the figures For tax...

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They say we are the memories of the past We calculate every detail like a husk We hear numbers as music to the ears We seek the answers like monstrous spears I’ll tell you, we love to balance everything From small to large amount of budgeting. To analyzing every detail of a balance sheet To overviewing that written check slip Precision and accuracy...

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The prince was fearful when he saw the pretty faerie headed his way. He held up his arm indicating that was close enough. She was transfixed by his stare, so she kept flying. Seriously! He croaked, please give me six feet. She sat down, and he relaxed a bit. I am here to transmogrify you back, she told him. He had...

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PRELUDE TO "THE DANCING!" Driven asunder, the sword sliced, hacked, and chopped at the bloody mangled thing that was once a stout courageous man, in a black suit, on his way to accounting school. Incredibly the heart still beat and the head, even though severed from the neck, saw and expressed opinions on the other's dancing... "THE DANCING!" No...

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We love to make lists, To describe, name, number. How can it have value, If not on my list. As logger I stand Before the green forest, The numbered trees Are ones to cut. The forest cut down Is only to me Bigger box to live in, A shiny new car, The species I slaughter Are not for my count, They appear on Another mans list. Naturalists say We'll not care to, Protect...

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She works in accounting at the factory, loves counting numbers and her salary, she has it made, till she got weighed, obviously hates counting calories. 11-20-16...

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I've been an accountant, since I received my degree And I wake around seven, with a fake grin and coffee So I drive to the office, to watch time past by Will there be time for travel, will there be time for life Will I be blessed with a women...One quick with a line? Her breath on my neck with...

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hopeful and happy the little girl counts to ten does it nine more times...

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