Poetry Thursday

 

Once again, Angel Sammys and Teddys Pawetaton have provided us with a photo for Poetry Thursday.

"Look at the beautiful neighborhood"

My Dad said “what a place to experience your childhood

Every street is exactly the same

With identical yards, roofs, and frame

Every house holds a family

With well scrubbed faces and hands free of clammily

Everyone family has two and a third kids

And no urban blight: The HOA forbids

Each man has a wife with blonde hair

Who don’t work, they wouldn’t dare

And all the kids are extraordinarily ordinary

And they live to 85 and die from a massive coronary

Every lawn is cut to perfection

And the John Birch Society controls the election

Everyone goes to Sunday mass

Followed by a cotillion, what a gas

Everyday kids gets A’s

And they are all straight because the HOA barred the Gays

They aren’t crazy about the Jews either

But they are allowed if they have good food at Shiva

The black, Puerto Ricans, and Asians are welcome

As long as they have a very high income

So far none of them has applied.

Not since one did and Mrs. Whitikar nearly died

I asked if that was where we were going to live

I didn’t want to but didn’t want be combative

My Dad said we would never pass through their gates

We were going to live in a place called the United States