A Yawny Afternoon at the Chartered Accountant's Office

As the fat cat grabs a catnap

On a leather-bound ledger’s back

Some numbers peek from under the binding

Leap out to freedom prancing and dancing

The cat’s eyes open with zero interest

And shut the gut has too much to digest

Staring at these from where I’m at

I imagine the numbers inside the cat

In the stomach the gains the losses

I ain’t coming back to this office