A Humorous Poem About Vacation Fun, Tax Season Stress, and Life’s Little Games

“Numbers and Letters: They’re All the Same Game”

I blasted you with all my words,

Now it’s time to fly like birds.

Off on vacation I must go,

Flapping these old wings to and fro.

Oh, my word –I’m swimming like a fish!

So glad I’m not an eatable dish.

But now I’m home to rest and relax…

And suffer through-doing my income tax.

I can finally say, I hit them numbers awfully hard,

Feeling like a queen on a playing card.

Relaxing is done, my taxes too–

Please, bring me a nice cold brew?

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