Blame It On the Soup
Blame it on the Soup
This day is sacred said I,
Set aside to do income tax,
But first I’ll check on the web,
And then I’ll turn right back.
There was the Soup with new poems,
Oh, I’ll just read a few,
Before I knew it, it was noon,
Tax papers all askew.
In between this year and that,
I spied a little ancient book,
In it I’d written a few poems and so,
I’d have to take a look.
Another tad of time went by,
It was like that all tax day,
So if Uncle Sam doesn’t hear from me;
Blame it on the Soup, I say.
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