Short Accountants Poems
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There’s value bean counters can’t grant
Supplant not old models they chant!
They rant that life forms’
Cells must fit spreadsheet norms
As accountants’ brains are quite scant
That doll, she outpaced any criminal
An honest gunslinger Ms. Annie Hall
She threw us cupcakes and books
We kept our seats by stern looks
She made accountants and the world did sprawl!
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On faltering the ill
tempered surrender
the speechless ignorance
of their fathers
Challenge never knew
of their presence
Accountants of pressure
frequent one another
Rarely daring to take part
in the discussion.
A mean sentence written in the eyes
Of accountants and prison wardens
Blood-thirsty with night sticks brim
-ming with electric hate laughing
in empty rooms glasses slide and
break the walls of time cliché into
mirrors of fascination and grievance
levitate voices speaking sand…
All learned to do practices no Doctors,no Engineers,no Lawyers and no Accountants if they aren’t practicing.Knowledge and practicing the learned subjects make some one a professional.Politicians aren’t professionals because they do only practice that also not the learned subjects but something else with unknown Moto and mysterious objects.
Adam was an
acceptable accountant
And Eve a bubblingly
bright bookkeeper;
Adam loved the
First-In, First-Out
Accounting (FIFO) system,
While Eve preferred
The Last-In, First-Out
Inventory (LIFO) system;
Together they testified that
Inventoried sweet fruit
should neither
Sits and spoil
nor go to the
Garden wastebasket
Wrongfully.
So....you playfully say, if one loves you~
one must dot all of your heart-strings,
the endless number below and above --
just to hear me again say, that true love should
not critique: rise and fall with percentages whether
high or low --
if it were, there would be all accountants~ and no God --
and I would be, little more than another rhyme letterer
and not your dearest Bard.
Is there anything of
unappreciated significance
that is used more than I ?
I've got to be the "where's waldo"
of precocious punctuation!
piled atop baby j's and baby i's
balanced under interrogatory swirls ?
and exclamatory lines !
and others of my kind : ; !
Also, laid down with more of the same ...
Accountants and mathematicians
have rued my misplacement,
yet though I'm remarkably plain,
the simple truth is, when I say it's done,
it's done......PERIOD!
Leprechauns do a jig
Moguls eat a fig
Rubes eat a pig
Crimson is real big
Accountants get a raise
Bankers get to appraise
CEO's get to the next phase
Crimson is the post chaise
Crime lords get the bling
Business men get a one night fling
Choir of Angels sing
Crimson is the thing
Dogs get a bone
Assistants get to phone
Wives stay at home
Crimson sets the tone
Pop stars get the entourage
Winners wear a corsage
Housewives put on a visage
Crimson is a mirage
Are you ready?
will made and signed
debts paid and closed
charity to poor done
broken promises fulfilled
family investments done
Are you ready?
have you repented?
Are family, friends prepared
are you set for the great departure
Do you know it is without warning?
Accountants are ready
auditors have calculators
choir ready with welcome hymn
supervisors ready with report
receptionists at the door
Are you ready for the big departure?
check again, reflect on your life