Biller Seer

I once knew a man with a wonderful gift,

He could see the future, though it was limited

No lottery numbers or when people would kill

No, he could predict when you would get a bill.


Through time and space, his mind did race

A look of concentration written on his face

An invoice for fifteen pounds, forty-three pence

Was his first predicted financial event 


He was already running, when the tax man was coming

And with every bailiff he avoided a run in,

Tax dodging for him became a career

Thus goes the legend of the Biller Seer.

The End

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