Please don't laugh at me--Thursday Poetry Challenge #2

O.K. I liked the challenge to write a poem about a street because I immediately came up with the perfect street from my life.
This is the first poem I've thrown out in the blogosphere (except for a silly one for an earlier Sunday Scribblings). So laugh silently please.

Tiara

Tiara ought to mean
Lady Di before
Bulimia, Divorce, Death.

Amethyst crystals hidden
Within a geode,
Snow-capped mountains
On a sunny day,
Rime of ice
On partly frozen pond.

Tiara, actually, is:
A quiet street,
Ranch homes,
Dichondra lawns
Pavement burning
On bare toes.

Sprinklers activated daily
With metal key,
Palm trees,
A monkey named Kong,
Honest!
Crushing snails against stone.
They eat the plants.

Daily walks
Prevent heart disease.
Family feasts:
Brisket made with catsup.
Swimming and sewing.
She’s a seamstress.

Tiara,
Crown of memories.