The subject matter of your amusing poem, caught my attention. Tax filing time is no laughing matter. I enjoyed your poetic muse coming to life over a very serious and stressful time of year.
Observation: The rhythm and rhyme held tightly together for the most part. There was a slight bump in the smooth flow in the third stanza, that made me pause for a moment:
"Furball’s meow seemed to soar."
I think the name "Furball" throws the rhythm off a bit. Perhaps I think it's the "Ur-Aw" sound to it, which is a mouthful and doesn't fit easily with its rhyme line or transition easily from the line above it. It is the line that made me go back to read the verse over. However, it could just be my reading of it, having a bit of dyslexia going on.
Nevertheless, the humor stood out cleverly and the ending was captivating. I liked the comparison of prison and taxes and the fact that filing those complicated forms was a much more frightening experience to this poor prison guard.
Well done! I am highlighting this in Wednesday's, (3/25) Comedy Newsletter.
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