and Nuts...I was,
to fall for her gimmick!
NO, not the boobies,
the TAX Auditor of course.
How was I suppose to know,
she'd be one hundred and eighty years old.
Spouting off itemization's and non-deductible costs.
Line by line scrutinized, tsk..tsk....not one kind word
slipped from her moist lips.
Apparently, Walmart sweat shop receipts,
are NOT considered charitable worth.
How obviously cruel to put so many out of work.
I wasn't surprised when her mouth dropped
at my choice of continued education costs;
$1600.00 per month for Spank the Crank Slutties;
New Age Advocates for Prostrate Strength.
A sound investment I exclaimed for my overall health.
Citing her age, and obvious charm,
it suddenly occurred to me how persecuted
she must be....tormented, hated, devalued for her job.
Perhaps it wasn't such a good idea, when I decided
to take her on a tour of my porn laboratory.
I had thought it would give her an in-depth understanding
of how important world wide relief is to the many suffering
in today's self-medicated society.
Turns out she had no appreciation for Ancestral Art,
and thus, another deduction crossed off my worksheet.
That was when we both needed a stiff drink,
just my luck...she was a whiskey sour girl,
and the aged box of wine in my refrigerator
wasn't going to cut it.
Smile as I might, quoted Dickinson until I was blue,
she left that night....
with the contents of my lab in the trunk of her car.
It was the least I could do...lesson learned...
Charity, is truly a gift from the heart.
(and yes indeed.... next years... tax deduction too)
Bronze trophy winner
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