Sunny with a Chance of Clouds

I live in Paradise, it’s true.
I love this neighborhood.
Lakes, ponds, and palms and grass so green,
With dedicated woods.

Our neighborhood is bound by walls;
the front gate has a guard.
Pay H-O-A fees quarterly
and don’t work in the yard.

I live in Paradise, it’s true.
I love this neighborhood.
Lakes, ponds, and palms and grass so green,
With dedicated woods.

The snowbirds return in the Fall,
after Easter fly home.
We see the ones who live here now;
we’ll meet the ones who come.

I live in Paradise, it’s true.
I love this neighborhood.
Lakes, ponds, and palms and grass so green,
With dedicated woods.

We have a pool and work-out room;
they both are being rebuilt.
I don’t use them as oft I should.
For that, I carry guilt!

I live in Paradise, it’s true.
I love this neighborhood.
Lakes, ponds, and palms and grass so green,
With dedicated woods.

Writing201 Poetry: neighborhood (topic), ballad (poetic form), assonance (literary device)