Today is the deadline for filing our income tax. Have you been stressing to meet this deadline? Even if you are expecting a refund, nobody looks forward to filling out those forms. I don’t have an income tax poem, but I do have a poem about the DMV. The DMV is a little bit like the IRS, isn’t it?

 

DMV

 

Need a license, registration?

Have you been assessed a fine?

This is where you pay your offerings,

Take a ticket, get in line.

 

Must you have your eyes retested?

Look through here and read line nine.

You’ll come out with perfect vision.

Sign your name, and get in line.

 

Are you sporting new chrome hubcaps?

Is your car held tight with twine?

In these walls it makes no matter.

Step right up, and get in line.

 

Are you here to get a road test?

Back out now, obey those signs.

Park behind that big Dodge wagon.

Pay your fee, and get in line.

 

One and all we come to worship,

Lay our offerings at the shrine.

Come for grace, and get a blessing.

Here’s your number, get in line.