THE CRAVEN -- JOKE
(With Apologies To Edgar Allen Poe)
Once amid a midnight hurry, Arthur wandered weak with worry
Wond'ring how to have the client hire him for evermore.
While he shuffled, almost stumbling, he could see the Texan crumbling,
And a stock price quickly tumbling, tumbling to the trading floor.
"Tis but numbers," Arthur muttered, "on some paper writ before.
Only this and nothing more."
"I can fix them," Arthur sniggered. "None will see net assets biggered,
Nor the bad debts reconfiggered, thus to hide them evermore."
Arthur pondered not the morals. He was resting on his laurels.
And avoiding future quarrels with the Texan at the door,
With the cheating, stealing giant whom we'd like to call "The Whore."
"This I'll do and nothing more."
But, too late, our Arthur found out that the Texan client ground out,
Leaving debt for sleuths to hound out. How would he maintain the score?
Standards to the trash were headed. Documents he freely shredded.
Obligations he unwedded, code of honor to ignore.
Meanwhile giant Texan bigwigs, calmly sold off stocks galore.
They'd sit pretty evermore.
Then the Texan came to ruin; Arthur lost his place as shoe-in.
Had to learn how to recover brand name from the days of yore.
So he turned to quiet study, earning name of Fuddy Duddy.
He reads books of concepts, modern standards for the auditore,
Reads of trust and obligations he no longer can ignore.
This he's doing evermore.
SO WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THIS JOKE ???
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