In Willow Creek Estates, where lawns are manicured,
And HOA rules dictate the shade of your door.
The gates to our community are locked tight at night—
No one questions why they’re closed from dusk till dawn.

"Property values first," Karen said with a smirk,
As Rally planned for lights and noise through the year.
"This can’t be good for us, it’s not how we act here!"
She whispered in Todd's ear to keep Cowboy at bay,

While RoboCop enforced the rules that they wrote,
To fend off Vektrax's drumming and bass.
They say the walls have ears, but who cares?
As long as outsiders don’t think we’re flawed.

The neighbors gossip over coffee on Sundays—
Who’s in trouble now? Who’s playing the fool?
Karen smiles politely when the talk gets too rough,
Keeping secrets with a wink, a nod, and a rule.

In Willow Creek Estates, we hide behind our screens,
Living two lives: one perfect for show.
But who is truly happy here, inside these scenes?
Where status reigns supreme, and love goes unspoken.

Warmly,
Karen M. Whitmore
HOA Board | PTA Treasurer | ~Wine Mom~
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