The accountant and the librarian lunched one day
on a sunny side street off Hollywood way
She cleaned her glasses he rattled his voice
they fell in lust. One chance, no choice
They sat together that evening come.
He rattled, she laughed, she prattled, he hummed
she led them inside, a hurt in her belly
he kisses it and turned that hurt into jelly
all better all happy she went out the door
a sweet beasty bird warning, "eyes on the floor."
A cliff, but she missed it and stepped into the air
no amount of accounting could hold her up there
when the next day calls came in and then not
the librarian crumpled a bit, then stood, taut
with her pencil to calculate and glasses on nose
about the accountant and her, she wrote prose
and armed with milk and black tea in a cup,
discovered: read carefully, things didn't add up.
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4 commentaires:
Awesome.
Accountants are nice
and Librarians clever
but if Accountant no good
feel free to pull lever.
When dropping through hole
Accountant will yell
Forget what he says,
he's going to hell.
You're trained to do searches
so keep with the plan
Just don't use a database
to help you find men :O)
Just saying...You went to librarian school for two years to learn about resources and finding stuff. So use that training and find yourself a good 'un.
p.s. - I read Counting the Stars today.
very good very good. I actually got the message straight from your poem, but thanks for clarifying.
Number the stars is pretty good, huh?
Bravo! *claps*
<--likes funny poems.
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