sharing the poem I wrote today

One of my New Years' goals was to get back to writing a poem every day.  So far, so good:  I wrote my seventeenth poem of the year today.  To show you how silly I can get, I decided to share this one.                                                      

                                                       INCOME TAX TIME
                                           (the poor man's wintertime victory song)
                                                       © January 17, 2006
                                                            Donna Wood

Things get rough in January;
Gasoline's high, and propane too.
Really, it almost gets scary,
When so many bills are due.

Cliff and I still have a ball
And yes, we always count our blessings.
 But robbing Peter to pay Paul
Can sometimes be a bit depressing.
      
Wait, I see a small light shining
Through the tunnel, dark and long!
Soon there will be no  more whining;
Soon, you’ll hear me sing a song.

W-2's are being given;
Then our taxes will be filed.
Money woes will all be driven
Somewhere out into the wild.

We’ll make up for overspending
We’ll eat out, and buy some clothes.   
Tax refunds: the happy ending
To a poor man’s winter woes.