These Annual Bills
by: Mark Twain

These annual bills! these annual bills!
How many a song their discord trills
Of "truck" consumed, enjoyed, forgot,
Since I was skinned by last year's lot!

Those joyous beans are passed away;
Those onions blithe, O where are they?
Once loved, lost, mourned--now vexing ILLS
Your shades troop back in annual bills!

And so 'twill be when I'm aground
These yearly duns will still go round,
While other bards, with frantic quills,
Shall damn and damn these annual bills!
 


                       Welcome to the Poetry Conference
                               Spring ~*~ 2007


                  Erinn Streeter (arianna) is your fairwitness

(This conference has been restarted.  But Time is surmountable in
cyberspace; you may visit the archives of this conference by typing "j
poetry1" or "j poetry2" at the Ok: prompt.)