No Accounting for Taste

The Accountants Love Poem

I begin to think
She's to her credit, caused interest!
And here I am a Loan.
I weigh up all my Futures
The Profit and Loss
The Costs and the Benefits,
To come to some conclusion, some Trial balance.
I Register them upon my Journal,
So I wont be accused of cooking the books!

And I look upon this Balance'd Sheet
And I am left with yet more questions
And I don't want to get anyones Bacs up
But in lifes lottery
I do wonder whether my numbers up
Please don't Discount me
Don't let my love Depreciate
I see your figure
Your priceless smile
In fact, I value all your assets,
And I want to ledger near me
Cos in my capital appraisal of whats before me,
You pay dividends.

Yet right now I feel short changed
My feelings wage war upon me
I cant bring our transactions tete-a-tete
To any sought of reconcilliation.
I cheque myself again and again
About the expense of spending time with you.
Would it be a good investment?
Could you be someone I could bank on
To increase the bonds between us?
Or just another liability
That makes me pay in kind.
Its not that I see you as a requisition
But I do have a borrowing requirement
IOU nothing yet I'm in debt to you
Your'e saving me from a fate more gross than words

So in summation
What conclusion do I draft from audits
Do I continue to try and net this catch,
Gain access to her heart
Or do I switch to another
To give me subsistence?
Truth is I don't know.
In total all I do know is
There's no accounting for taste!!