The above was a headline in the Sun on August 25, about a special service to be held for the taxman of all things.

They came up with this delightful little poem in the style of the Lord’s prayer:-

Our evaders
Who art in havens
How low be thy shame.
Thy tax return come
It must be done
In the Bahamas, as it is in Devon.
Give us your pay, your daily bread
And forgive us our assessors
As we forgive those who
Self-assess against us
And lead us not into exemptions
But deliver us your eBills.
For mine is the income, the power
And the Tory (chancellor),
For ever and ever.