Mr Morrison

Mr Ronold Morrison
 Was just
A numbers man,
 His head was full of figures
Of percentages
 And shares,
He could tell you quite precisely
 Any square root 
You can name,
 He can give you all the figures
Averages quantities
 Of rain,
He really was a boring man
 And very dull
To meet,
 He worked the banks computer
A job 
 He really liked,
He would sit and give it numbers
 And talk to it
In fourth,
They would share a large equation
 In there lunch break
After hours,
 They would play a funny numbers game,
With forty thousand
Powers,
 Mr Ronold Morrison
Was run on
 By a bus,
He died and went to heaven
 With very
Little fuss,
 No one really missed him but,
But I think
 It should be said,
The bank is not the same since then,
 Computers,
Going wrong.


                               Tony