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.