Food For Thought: The Aftermath of Accounting

Another poem made for an accounting class.

We sit for hours contemplating

The wicked teachings.

I daresay, they’re hard!

Retail prices that can bore the mind.

 

But as we sit week after week

Somehow our memories don’t turn out bleak.

A promise for a brighter morrow

As we sit and listen and lessen our sorrow.

 

We’ve kept our minds sharp as we listen to her teachings

Day by day, night after night

Oh how we struggle and fight.

 

We study complicated computations

We strive hard to finish our constant obligations

Though we might be wrong in our assumptions

Mrs Macapayag helps us and uncomplicates our situation.

 

As she said time and time again,

If you love money, then you love math.

If you hate it, then feel the wrath

Of eternal damnation for that’s what you’ll get

If you don’t earn a thing, and have a lifetime of debt.

 

Thinking back on all those times,

Can’t help but applaud.

For with her words and wisdom,

She deserves a standing ovation.