LAKE CHELTON PARK

          Our sinkhole pond has now become a lake,

          But not because of some momentous quake

          That opened up the earth and swallowed trees,

          While devastating nearby properties.

          It’s politics and economics that

          Have newly designated this old plat

          “Lake Chelton,” posted on a fancy sign

          Intruding on the towering oak and pine.

          Another sign admonishes no more

          Shall dogs that used to scurry by the shore

          Run there unleashed, their frolic now constrained,

          Perhaps because some duck or squirrel complained.

               This city has become too gentrified,

               A trait this verse is fashioned to deride.

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