There once was a country in peril
Whose denizens had become feral
They thought they must hold
Onto all their gold
As their part of a megabecquerel
Who pays the ferryman?
To pay or not to pay?
Lets us rise and steal the day
and pass the cost
to those who lost
which seems the American way
It’s a Stocked Pond—
Of this burden a body can be sure,
there shall always be taxes to endure.
One will have to pay;
no getting away—
We’ll be reeling ourselves in on the lure.
#April15limerick #ToPayorNotToPay #Challenge
To be honest, I am rather thrifty.
Free things just always seemed nifty.
When asked if I'll pay
I'm not sure what to say.
Should I lie?... "I just broke my last fifty!"
The Mother of Invention
To pay, or not to pay; the debate won't go away
Still, get creative, there's another way
Take what you need
It's not a moment of greed
When you just want to live for another day
One time I needed help at a store
Though persistent, the clerk chose to ignore
I tried to be nice
I even asked twice
Now she will see all the tags on the floor.
There once was a man marked by crime,
Falsely accused, yet a slave to his time,
And though he did no misdeeds,
Overlooked were his pleads,
By both the judge and the suspect prime.
You’re always paying
To pay or not for specific relations,
To you, is done by abominations,
But, just look down at your brood,
Those ankle-biters so crude,
You've been paying ten-fold, plus taxations.
Wealth of Nations
We paid our kings when there were no roads
Our shekels, bonds, silvers, and golds
With debts as long the wheat
Will we have enough to eat?
For they will never be done taxing our souls
There was a letter in the mailbox today.
It read, "You owe us, so pay."
I mailed in a check.
Now, I'm a sad, wreck.
Time will tell if I'll be okay.