Best Accountant Poems

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

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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,...

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