Our neighbor, Mr. Brown, <br />came over yesterday. <br />He was yelling at my daddy <br />about the pothole in our lane. <br /> <br />'Surely the city should fix it! <br />Surely they know it's there. <br />It's the widest, deepest pothole! <br />Surely the city must care! ' <br /> <br />I know Mr. Brown was angry, <br />and he's really a very nice man, <br />but why'd he call Daddy Shirley? <br />Some things I don't understand...<br /><br />C.J. Heck<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-word-from-mr-brown-children/
