It's great to start the week
With a Council Tax Bill -
Trying to sort it out
Is a struggle uphill.
Eight hundred and forty eight pounds
And thirty six new pence
Is what they are demanding -
Which makes me rather tense.
Of course, I can't afford it
But that's not quite the point.
The fact is that I am exempt
From paying that amount.
I telephoned the Helpline
But I didn't get much joy.
I called up about Benefits -
Was passed around like a toy.
Noone knew quite what to say -
It's all a cunning ploy...
So you get fed up of threatening mail
And pay what you don't owe.
But that I won't and cannot do
So I'll wait til I get their letter.
One day they might sort things out
And I would feel much better.
Moominland Midwinter by Tove Jansson
2 hours ago
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