Taxing Times
I pay the tax you keep billing
Although very poor I am willing
Collective we are rich
Alone down to the last stitch
A part of this cull of one’s last shilling.
Our tax is outrageous
Our politicians umbrageous
Like one step forward
Then two steps backward
Is being honest disadvantageous?
An old man who lived in a windmill
Way up north in the town of Churchill
Was told he would have to pay
The revenue man the next day
Spent all night taking a part his still.
© harry horsman 2011
Copyright © Harry Horsman | Year Posted 2011
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