Welcome to Cozy Poetry Corner by Debra A Winter (Richter)

“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, racoon would come and 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 the reality of all of this,

You certainly just can’t miss…

Bills, like dishes and laundry, are forever;

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

Back to work!