the upstairs neighbour

all night upstairs we hear them moving stuff
or washing or clomping with heavy feet
as if their flat were some quite busy street
and nothing that occurred was quite enough
it makes me wish that i were the kind of bluff
hearty rugger type who'd find it neat
to march right up there and at once entreat
and if they answered no become quite rough
i'm not that type alas i'm far far too mild
to march upstairs in outrage and confront
the tiny neighbour with the bovine tread
instead i wonder how they've got so wild
when she's just a slight and tiny runt
who makes all of the noise above my head