Just so you know,
You down the street with the perfect lawn,
The bare spots in ours are not our fault.
And we mean to trim the edges when we get time.
So as you speed-walk by with your little pug,
Both your noses turned up as you pass our house,
Your disdain does not bother us.
We are immune.
Just so you know.
~ Tamary Shoemaker
(Response to a prompt at Big Tent Poetry to write a poem about what you would shout down the street.)