The People Upstairs

I was looking through a book of poems to find one for Holly to memorize and I came across "The People Upstairs." I thought it was rather prophetic of Mr. Nash concerning our new upstairs neighbors whom I have yet to meet. This is a poem about them.

The People Upstairs
by Ogden Nash

The people upstairs all practice ballet Their living room is a bowling alley Their bedroom is full of conducted tours. Their radio is louder than yours, They celebrate week-ends all the week. When they take a shower, your ceilings leak. They try to get their parties to mix By supplying their guests with Pogo sticks, And when their fun at last abates, They go to the bathroom on roller skates. I might love the people upstairs wondrous If instead of above us, they just lived under us.