March Means - Tax Preparation Time

I really do enjoy the Spring
And many things that it does bring

But March is not a month when one relaxes
I always dread having to file my Taxes

One look at the forms, my mind is a boggle
Taxes for me are far from a doddle

I am so confused and often confounded
I normally have to use an accountant

But this year is something of a commotion
Last July I chose to cross the ocean

So now I am back in the land of my birth
But the IRS still wants to know what I am worth

It doesn't matter that I paid my tax over here
Uncle Sam still wants me to pay him his share

I am very confused as I read between the lines
Which forms do I fill in, will I run out of time

I'm very reluctant to pay more than I need
And as I am poor, for a rebate I plead

I spent three months in Florida without any work
And another three here, I was going berserk

Then a job I found, which pays less than before
But at least it seems to be a lot more secure

Having turned fifty, finding work is an art
I don't want to end up a greeter at Walmart

With April approaching, I have several weeks to go
Before the time to file from the UK really runs low

I have been searching on Google for quite some while
Trying to find information on just how to file

I found an IRS address at the Embassy in London
Hopefully they can help to resolve my conundrum

So I sent them an email, and hope to find out
How to file my return without screams and shouts

It's an annual chore that is something I am dreading
Especially this year, when it's just before my wedding

So please wish me luck, with filing my return
Being an ex-pat means more lessons to learn