like a dove

Genius I do say, works not work it is play, I read a poem true, all think I work but you.

Bish bash bosh, what a load of tosh, this auditing malarky is. I used to be a healthy, now I’m not even wealthy, cos this job drives me to the beers.

A belly I do grow, a face that’s lost its glow, an audit life takes its toll. I sit here and think how much I want a drink, as down the steep slope I roll.

Will I ever be the same, now my life is so mundane, as I audit bloody numbers every day, in the future people will say to me, you've lost all you soul and energy, what a terrible price to pay.

But all is not so bleak, when we near the end the week, we know that the fun will begin, we drink and drink to forget it all; in the following days we regret it all, as we start another week of auditin’.

And when that final bell doth ring, with the exams over we will sing, how wonderful it is to be free, and when looking back over the years, reminiscing on all those hard earned beers, remembering mates will fill us with glee.

It can’t be so bad, this entire audit fad, when qualified we will be. The world will open up, and free us like a dove, and into the open road we will flee.

by one of the jokers