Nothing Left But the Laugh
There was a young fellow named Sonny
Who went on a date with his Honey.
When he looked at the check,
He said “Oh, golly heck,
The taxman took all of my money”.
There was a young fellow named Max
Who neglected to pay income tax.
The taxman said, “Okay.
I will garnish your pay.
Now give me your shirt and your slacks”.
Miss Muffet was taking her pay
In nothing but sweet curds and whey.
Taxman the spider
Sat down beside her
And took all her curds pay away.
won 4th place
Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2011
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