My Dear Miss Fracker

I understand you have not a cracker

Not a blessed cent, you are all but spent,

However it is the opinion, of this humble minion

That I can help you, it’s like adding two and two.

I might say that your books, from my cursory looks

Are in need of assistance, in this instance

Or I see you going under and asunder

So I need to hear my words, as they unfurl.

My first advice is to give away your life of vice

It may pay well at first, but I see your coffers thirst

The overheads, the cost, is all greatly lost

I see your labours lack from you being upon your back.

Might I suggest a steady job, working for the mob?

Employment nine to five is better than in a dive

At the end of each week, there’s the money you seek

Paid out in neat notes, from the bosses many floats.

This entry Miss Fracker, signed Phyllis Tacker

Services rendered, but I feel offended

To see she was a backer, maybe a hacker

You were duped my dear, its really quite clear.

Your business sense, makes a lot of nonsense

Your books have been doctored by crooks

But you Miss Fracker I’m sure are no slacker

I would suggest a little tweak is what you seek.

The tax man my dear, will be very severe

When he sees your ledgers would make better wedges

Than statements of wealth or monetary health

So I shall behest, or rather suggest the following.

Dot every I, cross every T

Mark in red for all to see

Pay each bill, by its due date

Take my advice, never pay too late.

So dear Miss Fracker, to ward off any whackers

Pay my account, just the due amount

My people are very nice, timid as mice

Unless you are late, then it’s a matter of fate.

Yours sincerely,

And I hope very clearly

Tobias Grunge

Purveyor and Surveyor of all things Monetary

Written for: http://pookypoetry.wordpress.com/2014/05/17/poetry-prompt-17-a-set-of-instructions/