Whose apartment this is
I think I know.
She's inside making noise though.
So she will not see me stopping here
next to her door so very near
I give my bat a gentle shake
to make sure there is no mistake,
then pound that door with all my might
for keeping me up every single night!
I stagger down to my apartment below
thinking I'l sleep and forget my woe
and then it comes right through the walls
ROCK N ROLL like cannonballs!
The basement stinks
but its dark and deep,
Perhaps at last I'l get some sleep
but hours to go before i dream,
hours to go of counting sheep.
Tell me! Is this what life is all about?
Is it really time that I moved out!
At least it's certain when I die
It'l be a sound proof coffin in which I lie! ! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I can't help but be amused. A good parody =)