How lovely is the word 'refund'

 The tax overhaul that took effect last year promised relief, but now that returns are being filed, some people are baffled. They’re getting smaller refunds — or sometimes having to write a check — even though nothing in their situation seems to have changed.

NYT

How lovely is the word 'refund,' it makes my heart to flutter.

It smooths my wrinkled money aches like pleasant shea butter.

I slave away all year, and then my Uncle Sammy gifts me
with a tidy some that always guarantees to lifts me.

This year I'll travel to Bangkok, or maybe Timbuktu.
I'll climb the Eiffel Tower and drink wine till I turn blue.
To Rio de Janeiro I will go for Carnival --
I'll rent the biggest hotel suite and really have a ball!

A Rocky Mountain cabin I shall purchase come this spring.
Up among the aspen where the birdies always sing.
And of course to drive there I should buy a brand new car --
I'm thinkin' that it's time to look into a red Jaguar.

Contributing to charity is just noblese oblige --
I'll write some whopping checks with fountain pen, with ink that's beige.
At Mar-a-Lago Trump and I will play a couple rounds,
and then fly off to England to ride with the bally hounds.

My refund will supply a yacht -- I've needed one for years.
About an eighty-footer, with a cooler for the beers.
And why not get a butler and a maid and good French cook?
After all, with coming wealth, I'll be in the Blue Book!

But H&R, that lousy Block, has got a diff'rent view;
they say instead of refund I will have an IOU.
The IRS is stealing even more of my slim means;
and when they're done I won't be worth a doggone hill of beans.