Their floor boards creeking..
To myself, Im talking....
"Is that their headboard knocking?"
Overcome by their rythmatic succession.
I toss, I turn, I have indigestion.
I hear some moans, so what do I do?
Turn up the TV... to volume thirty two.
But, my mission fails... in such disgrace.
Instead of them stopping, they just pick up pace.
This pillow over my head must be unappealing.
But im protected from debris falling down from my ceiling.
He's grunting. Shes panting. I cant take anymore!
TV volume goes up... thirty three, thirty four....
They finally stop. But it was all quite a pain.
fourty five minutes of sleep down the drain.
So a bit of advice, sorry if I seem tense.
Don't have sex upstairs at your neighbors expense