Tax Time
It’s that time of year again
The tax man comes around
And being an accountant
To my desk I am bound
Was it so long ago
We simply shared and laughed
Reading poem after poem
Trying to hone our craft
Now I have over 1500 emails
And a data entry stack 4 foot tall
The IRS is on speed dial
And I’m missing you all
My legs are swollen from sitting
My diet has gone amok
And if you want any numbers changed
Be prepared to duck
So please accept my apologies
And my absence during this time
But my adding machine doesn’t do reviews
And I can barely rhyme
Love ya face Raelynn XOXO Rose
I've got plenty of pencils, no eraser, and inaccurate tax numbers - HELP!
God bless you [stay sane]. Kathy
hugs
fEe
Uncle sam is calling and if you don't heed
he will come a knocking
Love & peace be with you
William
Already did mine, got my refund yesterday. Not a big one, but at least I didn't have to pay!!!!!!!!!! Bought much needed food. Hope this is your end total: not owing the IRS and having THEM owe YOU! LOL Good luck, and then Daylight Savings (NOT) Time - grrrrrrrrrrrrr hadda bring that up, didn't ya, Karla?!??? LOL
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
The job of the accountant is a blessing and a curse, this time of year --- lousy hours, but lots of customers and each one paying. Good luck and we'll be thinking of you from now until 4/15! This is a cute poem and I hope taking a break from work to write brought you some sanity. I'm not an accountant, but I'd say, as busy as I'm sure you are, the stress right now is unimaginable!
Hang in there; we'll be thinking of you.
Jill
Georg