The nightly nioses, they start with the rain, <br />I try to shut them out, but it's all in vain. <br />These awful noises, they never seem to stop, <br />they start at the basement, then go right to the top. <br />The roof is leaking, and it's in bad need of repair. <br />so up I go with a bucket, dodging every creaky stair. <br />The noise as I trip, starts the dog barking, <br />then home come the drunks, with their loud mouth larking. <br />The cats now scratching, at the back door, <br />if I don't let him out, there will be a pile on the floor. <br />The couple next door are at it again, <br />He sounds excited, but I think she's in pain. <br />There's a young boy racer, who come's a calling, <br />the way he drives that car, is some what appalling. <br />It's three in the morning, and he is out on the street <br />My blood is now boiling, and my tempers on heat. <br />The book I was reading, has become quite boring, <br />but how could I concerntrate, with the old man snoring. <br />Dawn is now showing, and the cock's a crowing, <br />joint with the wind, that keeps on blowing. <br />I have had no sleep, and I feel rather low, <br />Who-ever started the story, that in your sleep you will grow. <br />If you lived in my street, and you heard the noises call, <br />well maybe thats's why, I am only five foot tall.<br /><br />sylvia spencer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-nightly-noises/
