Today’s prompt, as you can tell, was to write a sea shanty. You will be able to tell what my main activity was today, as you read mine. And it was written to the tune of “Haul Away Joe” with a life time of thanks to Theodore Bikel. It’s a doozy.
Pay All Our Dough When I was a little lad, me mother always told me Save your travel receipts, and keep in the know And when I was a youthful teen, my bosses all would scold me Fill out your W4 and keep withholdings low Pay, we must pay, we pay our tax together Pay, we must pay, we work for the dough Pay, we must pay, we pay our tax forever Pay, we must pay, we pay with our dough And when I grew and joined a crew, me HR person told me Use form W4-P, your pension you will grow When the forms grow tall as trees, my tax preparer scolds me, Tivvy! If your late again my boy, some penalties you’ll owe Now I am an older bloke. I know I am not civil Pay, we must pay, we’ll pay what we owe When the tax man comes, I’ll run him off and send him to the devil. Tivvy! Pay, we must pay, we’ll pay all our dough So I bought a boat, a home of note, to use as a deduction Pay, we must pay, we’ll pay for your boat Section 179 makes it fine, there is no real corruption Pay, we must pay, away you will float Pay, we must pay, you’ll sail for finer weather Pay we must pay, we pay all our dough Pay, we must pay, deductions stay together Pay, we must pay, I’ll play with your dough
