The Church Treasurer

Write a poem for the book please, said Jane.
For days I’ve been racking my brain,
Inspiration won’t come,
There are accounts to be done

All in a Treasurer’s day.

I need all my fingers and thumbs
To help me with my sums.
To the bank each week I go
In the wind and the rain, shine or snow.
Oh! why are five pences so small?
To count up they’re the worst of all

All in a Treasurer’s week.

The quota has got to be paid,
Now which bank account can I raid?
Has the post brought more bills today?
No, it’s a large cheque....hooray!
That will help the cashflow.
The church money will steadily grow,

All in a Treasurer’s month.

In which column does this item fall?
I must remember that telephone call.
It’s not as easy as it looks
To balance all the church’s books
More finance meetings to attend.
The auditors happiness is my end

All in a treasurer’s Year.

Now on whom can I put the blame
For putting forward my name?
But I’ve always liked figures you see
So I’m quite happy to be

The Church Treasurer!

Linda Wainwright

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