Pot Hole
Taxes keep rising like a balloon
Ready to pop anytime soon
Not something I can afford
So I pray, help me good Lord!
As tax collectors sing a happy tune
Then one day, I am driving down the street
Hit a huge pot hole, flying out of seat
Where do the taxes go to?
I am broke, now swearing too!
The tax balloon popped at noon on my feet!
Heidi Sands
Placed 4th in the Tax and Finance Limerick Contest
Copyright © Heidi Sands | Year Posted 2018
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