Procrastinating at Tax Time with The Sound of Music

Shh! Hide in the churchyard
behind Julie Andrews' skirt.
Freeze as light beams sweep
the shadows. The taxman seeks us
in heavy black boots.
We'll hide in the hills,
disguised in curtain suits.
We'll romp with guitars, ride
cream-colored ponies. We'll eat
crisp apple streudels as he
lurks, ready to blow his whistle.

Like wild geese, we'll fly,
the moon on our wings.
We'll leave him, engine wheezing,
to his dog bites and bee stings.
With Maria by our side, he'll
never get our dough (a deer,
a female deer).

 

I didn't bother to come up with three movies, since The Sound of Music is still very much in my head (having written about it yesterday). This weekend, I have to do our taxes, and the knowledge of that looming, unpleasant tax colors everything I do.