Third-Floor Construction

At first, I awoke to a frightening sound,

Voices, shovelling, hammering, all ‘round!

It was quite a shock, I have to admit.

I didn’t like it, not even a bit!

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For I live, with my roommate, on Grebel’s fourth floor.

Our window looks out, not on green trees galore,

But over lots of fine pebbles atop a fine roof,

And a stone wall of the chapel, looking nice and rainproof.

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Now, I have to tell you before I go on,

That I think this view is a bit of a yawn,

But at least it’s quiet all the way up there,

And no one can see into our room or stare.

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I’d gotten quite used to our private space,

Which is why, though they’d warned us, I was surprised to be faced

By a crew of people just inches away,

Working there, loudly, through all of the day.

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The whole floor, it seems, was in an uproar,

Because of these workers, who were really hardcore.

We talked of it, like it was big breaking-news.

It wasn’t like snack night, but it did amuse,

Until, at last, the work was all done.

We offered them cookies as thanks for the fun.

And now, our view is of the lovely new roof,

But life seems a little bit quiet and DULL.

Written by Kyrie Vala-Webb