“What are they doing up there?” my Mommy asked my Dad, “All the noises they are making really make me mad!”
My dad said…
“There’s a bowling tournament up there being played by kangaroos,
and elephants are tap dancing while wearing steel-toed shoes,
a marching band made up of soldiers marching to their tunes,
and twenty birthday parties are all popping their balloons,
a herd of roaming buffaloes, a circus and a fair,
an angry group of screaming monkeys flying through the air,
an avalanche, a boxing match, and funny as it seems,
many Mexican Jumping Beans on mini-trampolines
a construction workers’ challenge to see who can hammer fastest,
a fireworks show that’s filled with sounds of BOOMS! BAMS! POPS! and CRASHES!
a rodeo, a symphony, an all-star basketball game,
a bagpipe troop who play so loud they put most rock bands to shame,
a jump rope contest happens up there every Friday night,
and when that event is finished, they send a rocket into flight,
a sumo wrestling match is noisier than you’d think,
but nothing is as noisy as the upstairs roller-rink,
a chili cook-off that we can smell (it may not be so noisy,
but the stench is so darn powerful it stinks from here to Boise!),
it sounds like someone’s accidentally dropping lots of dishes,
and the boy upstairs who wanted drums and cymbals got his wishes,
the speakers on their stereo sound as big as battleships,
and they must’ve put a microphone in the sink that always drips,
the noises go on constantly, they don’t even stop at night,
but we should not complain,” Dad said… “downstairs they think that our footsteps sound just like dynamite!”
by Royce Waxenfelter
4/8/04
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