Subtraction, addition, bought ledger, add costs,
Lost invoice, purchase material, make profit,
Not loss.
Bank reconciled, sales entered, add mark up, month end,
Tax paid over, cheques written, letters to send,
Figures to juggle, targets, bonuses, expenses to pay,
More figures, so many figures, no poems left,
Nothing useful to say.
Brain like numeric spaghetti,
Numbers jump from calculator to page,
Worth her weight in gold is our bookkeeper,
Our very own numerical sage.
They said she once wrote poetry,
Who her? she has nothing to say,
She taps away on her electronic abacus,
For most of the day.
At five thirty she leaves, tidies her desk, who knows she was there,
Drives home counting red cars, adds up their number plates,
Where words once ravished her brain, now numbers are there.
In a list
Please tell me what you think
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Hey, leave bean-counters alone LOL LOL
Love it!
Funny take on a modern perception of Accountants. Laughed all 33,124.57 socks off.
Bravo
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You shouldn't be so bloody smart then! LOL!
At least you get good use of both sides of your brain... just not at the same time it seems
Seeya
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Now just what would we do without the 'bean counters' of the world? And heaven forbid we ever lose the secrets to the microchip.
Sincerely,
Leo Long
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u have a very unique style of poetry...its raw its truth... and its not only her...
now the whole coperate world moves in numbers..
very nice write
regards
abuyi
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