Humorous poem about a tax man who means business.
The tax man cometh.
He is prompt and never late.
He looks ominous and scary
Like my recently divorced Kate.
He is ready to unleash
His papers straight from hell.
He’s going to look at my deductions
And then he’s going to ring my bell.
Taking careless tax deductions
Are not going to get a pass.
In the end, the tax man will smile
For he will get the final laugh.
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