The child upstairs has just turned 2
There’s very little I can do
She runs with glee above my head
And this is normal I have read.
If you met her you’d surely say
“This tiny girl can’t spoil your day!
So sweet. So small. So very charming.”
But noise above can be alarming.
When cute as hell she does her dance
It thunders down here like elephants.
Throughout the day the noise rains down
I heave a sigh with every sound.
And while I’m told this can’t be stopped
Into my head a question popped.
For the next few years inside her home
Can’t this sweetie be cushioned in foam???
ART CREDIT: By Ida Waugh @1888. Found on Wikimedia via ReusableArt.com