Another night of constant rambling
Starts at ten and then the ambling
Back and forth with boots and heels
Now I’m sure my fate is sealed.
And how many live up there?
Not that I really care.
It’s just the lack of sleep that matters
No quiet quilters or old tatters
Noisy, young and full of pep
Running up and down the steps
Outside my door and up above
One quiet night I would love.
Another vacuum at one and two
Could I just move in with you?
Pounding, then I guess they’re through
Off to work in cars more than two
A final insult are headlights
Into my darkness, oh so bright.
I might as well give up this rant
Stop this “neighbor”? I just can’t!