The IRS man's name was Robert Dale. I didn't know my outhouse was for sale. I told Mr. Dale, "I paid my income tax." He said, "the IRS didn't get your fax." Agent Dale said, "all I want; is all your money." I tried to substitute beans, mustard and honey." But the IRS is very mean, stubborn and greedy. He said, "you are being very dishonest and seedy." Mr. Dale said, "I have to do what; I have to do." And I said, "you have to wait, until I'm through." I asked him, "do you have your yellow ticket?" "Cause, I will have to give the bad news to Mr. Cricket." Well, the IRS carted off my dilapidated outhouse, and standing on top was Squeaky, my pet mouse.
Reason for writing:
This is one humorous poem from a collection of six hundred,
that I have written for two poetry books for publication.
They are writen for the entire family, regardless of occupation
or gender. To put a smile on someone's face. "One smile is
worth a million."
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