Tax time

Report from my accountant 

It's that time of year.

 

I work for myself so it's never quite clear. 

 

 Broke my old record...

 

I got paid paid five thousand six hundred

 

For the whole year!

 

Working with widows, pensioners too...

 

And anyone else who ain't got a clue. 

 

Both my old vehicles are still able to run-

 

We had flooding rains and the punts never sunk.

 

 So hear,

 

I am grateful that I got through 

 

Another year over with little to do.

 

What about super, if you need compo you'll be broke!

 

No money for the leaches from this jolly bloke. 

 

I always prosper, never hungry, seldom sick.

 

Have no stress,

 

And they think I'm thick. 

 

I don't need anything 

 

Nothing I have is new

 

But my bodies holding up

 

And I have enough teeth to chew. 

 

I know the numbers don't make any sense...

 

My wife thinks I'm crazy. 

 

I have no defence. 

 

But hear

I sit

 

Telling whoever 

 

Life for me

Has never been better. 

 

So, on money I won't choke...

 

I'll take it easy 

 

And look like the joke.