November Blues
SONNET FOR A FRIENDLY TAX MAN
Once more the seasons turn to time for change
The sun adjusts to lower its trajectory
The fates have cause once more to disarrange
Emotions and confer an elan-ectomy
As many have observed two things are certain
Although we may resist a near demise
One sure contingency will raise a curtain
On that other threat to slowly jeopardise
With smile like crocodile and salutation
He writes ‘It’s been so long! Please get in touch’
Our ‘friend’ would really welcome our collation
Of generous donations to his clutch
Will Hell be desolate with fire that burns
Or eternity of endless tax returns
Copyright © Geoffrey Brewer | Year Posted 2019
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