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Infernal Revenue

RING RING...Hello IRS ... What's your take on a dependant child? My boys 40, ain't worked in a while! I got 8 more kids inside da house, the boys bride and my second spouse. First ran off with a traveling man, Raising her kids best I can, Calling to ask if this is true? Lost my job!... Can I.O.U.?

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Andrea Dietrich

Date: 2/21/2015 4:38:00 PM

hahaha. this is absolutely friggin fantastic humor. Gonna fave it.

Constance La France

Date: 2/12/2015 12:59:00 PM

Judy, I so enjoyed your delightful poem, well done and thanks so much for my placement in your Write A Poem Contest, I am honoured ~~

Robert Johnson

Date: 2/3/2015 12:06:00 PM

Internally, infernally, they have no heart. They thought they had heart burn, but it was only a fart. So good luck to you when they knock on your door. Cause the IRS I know just always wants more. Loved your poem Judy. Peace. P.S. Sorry for the acerbic interjection. :)

Connie Marcum Wong

Date: 2/3/2015 2:52:00 AM

Oh, I just love something that makes me really laugh and your poem was a hoot Judy. Thanks so much for the laugh. Now I can retire to bed. hugs, Connie I am fav'ing this one! 7