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Calling all personal finance poets
April is National Poetry Month -- and also the month when most of us are scrambling to get our taxes filed. Send us your poems about taxes and Uncle Sam for a chance to have them read on the air.
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Weekends are when one usually relaxes, but you're probably working on your taxes. Hey, that rhymes, which reminds me: It's National Poetry Month. Next weekend on the show, we're paying homage to Tax Day with poems and prose submitted by our listeners. Some of you have already written in with your lyrical odes to filing.
Michael Panhorst in Auburn, Ala., sent in this short poem:
Money now
Money later
Stock your I. R. A.
Refrigerator
Venida Corda in Van Nuys, Calif., writes:
As April approaches I suddenly see the prospect of money leaving me.
I saved all my receipts for taxes and such,
But I can tell I don't have enough.
With medical, work, and charity giving,
I should have spent more.
So tax man I prey please get out of my way for Aprils the month I most want to avoid.
Good-by to my wealth, I wont see you again, but what can I say but wait till next year.
John Baglio sent in this haiku via Twitter:
Where's my tax refund?/The feeling of found money/Sweet self-deception.
Even our own social media mascot, Piggy got in on the act:
Could do this myself
But tax forms make me nervous
So I pay for pro.
Think you can do better than these poets? Send us your poem about taxes... after you finish filing, of course. Or leave a comment with your poem.
Here's one more for fun...
Everybody pays a tax
Doctors, lawyers, quarterbacks
Teachers, waiters, lumberjacks
Publishers of paperbacks
Salesmen who sell Cadillacs
Socialites who shop at Saks
Take some comfort in these facts
Everybody pays a tax
Here's my take on a Robert Frost poem...
Whose forms these are I think I know.
Tomorrow is the deadline though;
My income I must first declare,
And then I'll find out what I owe.
I dread this awful questionnaire,
I grind my teeth, I pull my hair.
I wonder how much they will take
As I perspire in despair.
My head begins to pound and ache.
I start to sweat, my fingers shake.
I owe too much, I'm in too deep.
There has to be some big mistake.
There's nothing I can do but weep.
I'll have no money left to keep.
Just lots of nights of losing sleep,
Just lots of nights of losing sleep.
Tried to write my piece of haiku:
Leave it behind -
troubles and scam.
No money in pocket -
No taxes advance!
Actually, I was inspired with www.loanswire.com
Great piece....here's my masterpiece !
Alas, 'tis the time to file my tax
Let's see if I can deduct the max
The IRS I'm sure is twiddling their thumbs
Maybe this time I'll throw them a few crumbs
Should I file myself or use the pros?
With each passing minute my anxiety grows
Hours on end I work for uncle Sam
Sometimes it feels like one big scam!
It's time to bid farwell to all my money,
Won't have a penny to take out my honey,
I should fear not, be happy and stand tall,
Maybe I'll get a check to party at the mall!
No use huffing and puffing day in and day out,
Everyone pays no matter what their clout,
Sigh,for taxes are here forever to stay
Toil away, pay your share and just move on I say!
