A. P. Herbert, British wit, last week felt the pinch a bit. His income tax for '58 he dutifully had paid the state. Demands for £85 more made the noted author roar:
Dear Bankers, PAY the undermentioned hounds The shameful sum of FIVE-AND-EIGHTY POUNDS.
By "hound," of course, by custom one refers To SPECIAL (INCOME TAX} COMMISSIONERS . . .
This is the second lot of tax, you know, On money that I earned two years ago (The shark, they say, by no means Nature's knight, Will rest contented with a single bite: The barracuda, who's a fish more fell, Comes back and...