Tax time... really should be 'taxing time'!

Discussion in 'Chit Chat' started by victoria, Mar 10, 2010.

  1. victoria

    victoria New Member

    Rock's limerick about Torts prompted me to look for some,
    since I'm no good at making them up.

    Which led me to this, written by a recovering attorney (her words),
    who has turned to humor in order to aid her recovery. I think Rock
    must've done the same...

    Tax Time

    My records are scattered. Oh dear!
    And tax filing day’s almost here.
    My receipts are all over
    Some eaten by Rover.
    I’m destined for prison, I fear.

    And now the haiku:

    Whether you owe cash
    Or are due a tax refund
    Filing is taxing.

    By Madeleine Begun Kane
  2. victoria

    victoria New Member

    but I didn't have a chance to read it...
    and now there's nothing...
    why is it gone?

    IRS didn't like your response? LOL... or, ooops!

  3. AuntTammie

    AuntTammie New Member

    is NO TAXES!!
  4. victoria

    victoria New Member

    That's for sure!

    (Jean, why did you delete your verse??? It was good!)


  5. victoria

    victoria New Member

    Excellent and succinct, UNLIKE the IRS code!!!!!! No wonder it's so hard to be a CPA!

    I couldn't find any meaningless verse about the IRS or taxes, maybe Rock will drop in with one?

    -but I came up with this oldie, quite full of meaning:

    Tax his land,

    Tax his bed,

    Tax the table

    At which he’s fed.

    Tax his tractor,

    Tax his mule,

    Teach him taxes

    Are the rule.

    Tax his work,

    Tax his pay,

    He works for peanuts


    Tax his cow,

    Tax his goat,

    Tax his pants,

    Tax his coat.

    Tax his ties,

    Tax his shirt,

    Tax his work,

    Tax his dirt.

    Tax his tobacco,

    Tax his drink,

    Tax him if he

    Tries to think.

    Tax his cigars,

    Tax his beers,

    If he cries

    Tax his tears.

    Tax his car,

    Tax his gas,

    Find other ways

    To tax his ass.

    Tax all he has

    Then let him know

    That you won’t be done

    Till he has no dough.

    When he screams and hollers;

    Then tax him some more,

    Tax him till

    He’s good and sore.

    Then tax his coffin,

    Tax his grave,

    Tax the sod in

    Which he’s laid…

    Put these words

    Upon his tomb,

    "Taxes drove me

    To my doom…"

    When he’s gone,

    Do not relax,

    It’s time to apply

    The inheritance tax

  6. victoria

    victoria New Member

    As April 15th draws near....

    Mix a Newfoundland with a Bassett Hound,
    you get the Newfound Asset Hound.
    A dog for financial advisors. (--Good Dog! magazine)