March 20, 2007
Spring Isn't -- because it Is that time of year again
Spring isn't pallid snowdrops
shyly coil'd in chilly Feb.
It isn't jewel primulas
or burgeoning rhodo's red.
Not hyacinths poking through dirt
or blossom bursts of plum,
not heather clumps abuzz once more
with bees that float and hum.
Not tulips or camellias
unfurling on the scene,
nor lilacs or forsythia
soon giving way to green.
But in the vernal equinox
'midst sprouting oats and flaxes
it's bureaucrats whose grasping hands
insist I spring for taxes.
This poem won a 'Short and Silly' contest in FellowScript some years ago.
And yes, ladies and gents, it is that time of year again. So -- Gather your forms, receipts, T4s, pencils, erasers, calculator -- Get set! -- Go!!