The Taxman Cometh

***I asked someone to give me a title to write a poem around, and thats what he gave me, so heres my poem lol***

The tax man cometh to your door
You cringe and fill with fear
For this is the time we hate the most
This dreadful time of year.

When we must all submit our forms
Make the "x's" and dot the "I's"
But should we falter you can be sure
Ourselves we will despise

For the tax man now will cometh
And with his microscope shall see
Every little mistake or problem
There may happen to be.

So don't forget your signature.
Remember to double check
And if the tax man should happen to cometh
Stay calm, and hope for the best.

Copyright ©2006 Amanda Hope Indelicato