With passing of the time-streching year That lists prices both low and dear an accountant sits bent over paper Bearing an expression, painfully austere… See, the way unless one should barter Of either a corporation or a market starter The direction in which riches lie foretells an accountant’s keen charter A venture so direct and robust must need breathing air to adjust which is why adjustments are made at the end of the year, rightfully just… At the dawn of another fiscal year To save inventory of isolation mere, )(*&^£(*&@)£&)(@£*)£(*)£@ You know both your life and imagination has hit rock bottom when you start writing poems about accounting
Posted on: Sun, 30 Nov 2014 12:32:40 +0000
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