What with hot weather, another vertigo attack etc. etc. I had lost my blogging mojo for a time and until it returns completely I thought I'd share a silly little poem with you. Hopefully some of you will get a laugh out of it or even shed a tear if it hits you where it hurts....your wallet. We are now too old and too poor to pay the tax man these days but we certainly paid our share over the years. : )
TAXATION by Anonymous
Tax his land, tax his wage, tax the bed in which he lays;
Tax his tractor, tax his mule, teach him taxes are the rule.
Tax his cow, tax his goat, tax his pants and tax his coat;
Tax his ties, tax his shirts, tax his work, tax his dirt.
Tax his chew, tax his smokes, teach him taxes are no joke
Tax his car, tax his grass, tax the roads that he must pass.
Tax his food, tax his drink, tax him if he tries to think,
Tax his sodas, tax his beers and if he cries then tax his tears.
Tax his bills, tax his gas, tax his notes, tax his cash,
Tax him good and let him know that after taxes he has no dough.
If he hollers, tax him more; tax him till he's good and sore.
Tax his coffin, tax his grave, tax the sod in which he lays.
Put these words upon his tomb, "Taxes drove me to my doom!"
And when he's gone, we won't relax..we'll still be after inheritance tax.