By Lillian Schiavoni
Chilly March has gone, and I cheer,
taking with her its dreary shroud.
April, with its showers is here
and blue skies with fluffy clouds.
The cool rain continues to fall
bringing with it, that dreaded pall ...
... the 15th of April.
The day that the yearly IRS comes to call.
It never, never fails to appear.
But be as it may — that dreaded day —
twenty-four hours long, will soon disappear
to come back and haunt you another year!