There I am, in my bed
All warm and snug & cosy
When at 5:15 it has to be said
My world is anything, but rosy.
The rhythmic pounding of your feet
Wakens me with a puzzled start
While I lay and wonder under my sheet
Does this person, even have a heart?
To work I know you have go
Truly, I applaud your clear work ethic
But give a thought, as I toss to and fro
I don’t find your noise, aesthetic.