An Ode To The Tax Man- A Poem revisited

The end of the tax year is creeping in for us self employed Brits!

Dear Mr Taxman

My old faithful friend

You have been here every year

Observing my mind bend

I'm here again in this pile of wood

Working my way through

I would get out if I could

But I haven't got a clue

I'm afraid I'm late again

My return I have failed to send

Into a world where I'm not sane

Into despair I do descend

Dear faithful client

Please do not fear

For I am a gentle giant

With support I am always here

Every year I patiently await

Your array of colourful accounts

So do not worry you are not late

You have 24 hours to organise your amounts

Thank you, that is a relief

Your sarcasm does makes me blush

Please...may I call you Keith?

I promise I will keep it hush

Oh madam I am deeply flattered

You are so very kind

My customer service has so mattered

But a good friend is hard to find

Oh...go on, you've twisted my arm

I will let you call me Keith

Now carry on and just stay calm

Finish this and feel the relief

Thank you dear Keith

My old faithful friend 

You always give me some relief

Before I press that dreaded "SEND"

No Problem my friend

I am always here

Soon enough you will press send

I look forward to speaking next year

Based on a true story with slight exaggeration (as always) and his name wasn't Keith.Can't you tell my tax return is due!