No time to sew, there’s much too much to do
with snowstorms of papers and files to go through.
Where did I put that so and so form?
My head’s in a spin but that is the norm
for tax day. Figures are missing, leaving me wishing
that I were anywhere else but here.
Phone call to tax robot ─ “Press one, two or three”
now, which do I need? Please somebody help me.
“You have the wrong form, you want 47 K not 47C”
But that’s what you sent me. I didn’t foresee
mistakes from you as well as from me.
Husband keeps fussing me – time for a rest.
Breaks concentration ─ oh what a pest.─
now where was I? Ah yes, calculation
but which one? I ask ─ it’s all such a muddle.
Does everyone let tax confuse and befuddle?
When it is done I’ll be needing a cuddle.
Once this nightmare is over and I can relax
I shall laugh, and shout loudly,
TO PERDITION WITH TAX
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