Welcome to Cozy Poetry Corner by Debra Winter (Debbie)

“Accounting is for the Birds”

Why can’t I count past four?

I need at least ten more.

The bills are mounting up, books are not done,

I hate accounting, these number things aren’t very fun.

My numbers never add up, to where they should be

I wish a squirrel would come; steal these bills from me.

I’d say to that squirrel, bury them three inches deep;

Then you wouldn’t hear me complain, not even a peep.

Oh, what a joy that would be, no bills to pay.

That would be my dream, and a joyous day.

But reality of all of this,

You just can’t miss…

Bills, like dishes and laundry are forever;

Now, isn’t this poem so stinking, cleaver?

Back to work!