We are law-abiding neighbors,
And do what we’re asked to do.
But the rules on garden décor
Are far too extreme in our view.
We received a letter scolding us -
We did something we should not.
We placed in the front of our house
An occasional errant flower pot.
Container gardening as I see it
Is hardly equivalent to
A pink flamingo or garden gnome,
Though I think those are okay too.
In a place where nearly every house
Looks almost identical to the eye
To someone walking down the street
Or simply to someone driving by,
Or to me who has been known
To approach the driveway in my car,
Wondering why the garage door won’t open.
Did I push the button from too afar?
Then I suddenly look to the right,
And to my surprise I find
Our neighbor’s garage door is open.
Why, I think that house is mine!
Because Because we have small garages
With little extra space on the floor,
There is very little negotiating room,
Once two cars are inside the door
Yet, we’re required to keep our trash cans
Inside the garage where our cars dwell,
And in the heat of every summer,
It creates quite an unpleasant smell!
So maybe you can understand
Why there’s a flower pot near our stoop
Where we can deposit as we pass by
Our daily bags of doggy poop.
The other flower pots lie dormant
But will come to life in the spring,
Waking from their long winters’ nap,
Hues of vibrant colors to bring.
I know it’s hard to standardize
And to make one rule fit all,
So that fairness is universal,
And nothing’s left to judgment call.
But freedom of expression
We Americans hold very dear.
Why do we need to be so uniform?
What exactly do you fear?
Helps to make one’s house one’s own.
Adding a personal touch
Turns a house into a home.
Lacks character and appeal.
Would allowing more flexibility
Really be such a terrible deal?
Purple houses or pink flamingos -
Perhaps that could be understood,
But flower pots - a violation?
How is that for the greater good?