Roses are red / Leaves they fall / I rake mine / How about ya'll?
My leaves are bagged! / They're at the dump! / Yet I keep getting letters / From some chump.
This poor fellow / Must need employment / Or he's sick in the head / Harassing brings him enjoyment.
If that is the case / Then he has my pity. / Perhaps he should move / To a far off city.
Or better still / Go to outer space / Sending his letters / All over the place!
With my HOA dues / To pay for this decree / "The entire cosmos / Shall be completely leaf free!"
But our leaf hero / Is sadly an ass / For my trees are bare / And my lawn just grass