Self-Assessment – A Poem

Today is self-assessment day,

Time to fill out my form.

Yesterday I was punched in the face

So I already feel forlorn.


I saw my friend and said,

“I’m too insecure for this.

What could the government find

That they would hate to miss?”


To this my friend then said,

“What’s with all the doubt?

It’s only a tax return,

What’s to be uncomfortable about?”


The bulb lit up, the penny dropped,

I laughed before I said,

“I thought it was a medical exam

Complete with samples, which I dread!”

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