In this quaint land of neatly trimmed lawns,
Where every tree is pruned for show,
I stand as sentry, ever watchful,
To keep my world from turning to slums.

Each brick, each stone must gleam like pearls,
Reflecting status in the sun's warm light.
A neighbor's child who paints on walls,
Could shatter dreams of glossy sales.
(Oh, those unsightly paint spots! Ugh.)

In gardens, roses must be red and pink,
No yellow or white can bloom so bold.
A house with shades that don't match the trim,
Defeats the purpose of our fine abode.
(The audacity to not follow protocol!)

On streets where every car has its place,
Not one can park in disarray's embrace.
And lest I mention, dear neighborhood,
Keep your pets on leash or out of sight.
(Oh heavens no, unleashed chaos.)

Our children must attend schools top-ranked,
With teachers from the ivy leagues.
No child here learns from those who don't,
Or so the whispers go among us.
(The audacity to educate with lesser minds!)

In this land where every deed is planned,
Where beauty and perfection hold the key,
I stand as guardian of our values here,
Protecting all that we hold dear.
(This must be maintained at all costs.)

For in a world where prices rise and fall,
And streets might change, who knows how?
Our homes are bastions of stability,
Guarded by those like me, you see.
(The fate of property values rests on us.)

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