Tax doesn’t have to be taxing
When you’re organised
But if you’re like me and disorderly
You might find your brain gets fried
When you’re drowning in receipts
And you’re losing sleep
When you’re statements aren’t there
So you’re tearing out your hair
When the dates are a mess
And you need to do your best
To file them chronologically
But you don’t think logically
When you wear a million hats
How do you claim for that?
Along with the day job
You’re a Jack Of All Trades – oh God!
The poor mind boggles
And the floor can’t be seen
It’s buried under paperwork
The poor bloody trees!
If I was paperless
Would I be less stressed?
Should I fork out for Quick Books?
Would then I more give a f**k?
About maintaining my accounts?
All year round?
If I did them monthly
Would I be less grumpy?
Then I ventured to the Post Office
In need of a break
The deadline is looming
Only a fine at stake!
I wondered if I bought
Some kind of box
To store my receipts
I’d feel less lost?
A special tin
To put them in
All neat and tidy
But I was undecided
Then I found a folder
With loads of pockets
A concertina thing
And it really rocked it!
All colours of the rainbow
Were the slots
With monthly little labels
And it didn’t cost a lot
Besides not to worry
About the price
I can expense that
Which is ever so nice!
So I bought the thing
Then an old lady cried
“Oooh, where was that?”
And I pointed to the side
Of the stand
Next to the till
“It’s got loads of pockets,
I think it’s brill,
I’m doing my taxes
Always last minute!”
The old lady laughed:
“I know! Me too! Innit!”
And so we had a chuckle
A happy interlude
To break the monotony
Of the Tax Return Blues.
Rachel Rhodes 