Have You Done Your Taxes?
Occasion for Cussing
Numbers gather before me
Like enemy troops
They raise their rifles
I pull out my secret weapon
Turbo Tax
Certainly it will save me
If I can just find
My account websites
And remember the passwords
To print the forms
That hold the encrypted messages
Almighty Turbo Tax
Has the decoder ring
I place it on my finger
And raise my hand up high
And once more
I vow resolutely,
“I, Maery Rose,
will be better prepared
for next year’s attack!”
Oh no…now poetry, chickens AND taxes! You have your hands full, that’s for sure.
Hey, I want a decoder ring! Great Poem!
Chickens AND taxes?!?!? You live a wondrous life!!! Your tax poem made me laugh!
I fear not, I spent Friday just chasin’ rabbit ’round and ’round. Seems Hubs hasn’t brought me all the proper receipts. I seem to have no receipt for sorghum seed or rye seed and we planted both. Booger!!!
I’m still spinnin’ my wheels on that one. Our taxes read like a novel ’round here and I’m responsible for ’em 100%. I’m twisted when it comes to organization so Mr. Accountant doesn’t pull the last of his hair out.
Loved the poem sweetie.
God bless and have an extraordinary week my friend! :o)
I have not done my taxes. I keep putting it off but I have to get them done this week!! Thanks for the reminder!
Cute, cute poem!